Bluebirds

You take your chances that the sun will rise,
Expect that your fiancé bought the ring
And meant it when he sighed, "You're everything
I dreamed of." When he looks into your eyes
You see the future: no tears, no surprise,
No dismal ending. Love, where is thy sting?
You're sure the summer follows every spring,
And never hear the bluebirds singing lies.

Perhaps I am less sanguine, more alert
To endless, wicked possibilities,
More jaded, thinking bluebirds in the trees
Don't sing for me. Perhaps I have been hurt
Too often. This time, I could sweep the dirt
Under the carpet. No, my heart won't freeze.