A Dove Without A Hen Poem by Mark Heathcote

It seems I am a dove without a hen once again
What can I learn after so many failed attempts?
The firing squad is drawing lots as to who fires first
That miscellaneous bevy whose only agreement
Is to hate and curse. He's not right for you darling,
Sure he's funny and good-looking, sure he works,
What's more, he's faithful but you could do better.
Kick him into touch darling, that's what I say,
Let's play the field and make hay whilst the sun shines.
He'll get over you, he didn't disserve you away
Thought he was the one yeah - did he, silly fool.
Darling tomorrow is a new day, a new sunrise
Like a schoolboy now bawling he's sincerely sorry.
Wants to apologize but look, see how he now cries.
What can I learn after so many failed attempts?
The trust is gone. But in truth, it's all entirely my fault
But it doesn't help there are no sympathisers
From the outset to the story of love.