Mug Of Mead
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Lara Sandling-Bennett

Once upon a winter's night
I sat amidst the fire light
Dreaming of my heart's delight
Sipping on a mug of mead

Wanting for some conversation
I sat in simple contemplation
Wondering why I had the need
While sipping on my mug of mead

I listened to the passers by
Their conversations seemed quite dry 
Then one stopped to ask me why
I sat alone with my mead

I told him of a girl I knew
And how she said our love was through
So I came to where I knew
I could find conversation and a mug of mead

Why did she break it off? he asked
Because she said I was too brash 
But was not brave enough to ask 
For her to marry me

With a faint and quiet sigh
The stranger gave a prompt reply
The answer is before your eyes
But not in your mug of mead

My advice to you, kind sir 
Is tell her that you'll marry her
You're better off than if you were
To sit alone with your mead

I took the man's advice to heart
Now my love will never part
From my wife as we share
A simple mug of mead