Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Failure of Our Marriage?

I'm flying my wife and I to

A tropic isle where I will try,

Our troubled marriage, to renew.

I was kind of surprised when my

Wife agreed to travel with me.

"We are almost there," I tell her,

A beautiful island this be,

Surrounded by sea water pure,

Volcanic mountainsides now wrapped

In forestation, lush and green.

I look at my wife who has napped

Most of the trip, her smile looks mean.

My wife learned how to fly, no doubt,

As from my plane she pushed me out.