Nor 'twas an engagement ring,
But an answer to my prayer's plea,
That gave solace to the sting
Of the doubt that you did fear me,
Or see me as this here thing,
To avoid and quickly, scared, flee,
For I would you no pain bring.
But that's the idea you left me,
When last we were preparing,
That my presence is so scary,
You would run into hiding.
Past that image I could not see,
As your words you were mailing,
And I wondered how it could be,
Something new to be starting.
"Look to your God and you shall see,"
Said Isaiah to the king.
"A sign to let your cares be free,
And your heart cease sighing."
But in this case it would not be,
A high and celestial thing,
But my favorite scotch whiskey,
That would cause my heart to sing.
A sign of rapprochement for me,
Did I pray to God the King.
He helped me the answer to see,
In the scotch you were bringing.