Garden Party

The countryside was greener than ever,
only quiet chirping 
birds of a feather.
Until garden party came with elegant teas,
finger sandwiches,
jams,
biscuits and cheese.

The wine was red and white and delicious,
not too sweet,
and far from viscous.
Aged to perfection over many fine years,
enough to bring an elderly lady to tears.

The flowers were brought in from the estate,
and a musical sound filled the land from the gates.
A handsome man walked along garden path,
in hopes for a love he would find that would last.

That's when he saw her, 
beneath the oak tree.
A maiden with silken hair,
lips red like the berries.
They walked together until smiles did meet,
but he was so very unsure if he could fulfill her needs.

So each day he came up to the estate,
trying to prove he could make a good mate,
but by the time that winter had turned into the next spring,
she was at the garden party with a baron of kings.
But one thing the dapper man hadn't yet noticed,
is the girl who had helped him by arranging the flowers.

Every month flowers he sent to that girl,
and yet she would prefer to find herself and earl.
But the flower-girl so sweetly helped him along,
it should have been her that his aching heart belonged!
So at the 'eve of the garden party he whisked her away,
whispering his feelings into the next day.