The girl stormed out of the house,
A hastily packed suitcase in her hand.
With sad but angry eyes stared her spouse,
As on the door he continued to stand.
Tears rolled down her eyes, yet she continued to walk,
And her partner saw her go away, that belle.
He wished that to her he could explain and talk,
Because he knew that without her, life would be like hell.
Here he tried to stay calm and about his mistake, tried to think,
There she missed him and thought about what she’d done.
He laid down on bed but couldn’t sleep a wink,
And she just wished that to him she could run.
Was someone at the door or did the wind just blow,
She opened the door and smiled to find a bouquet and her beau.