Seeking My Lady

Although retired and glad to be "job free" I've still places to go, things to do, people to see... When I get back home the first 'Order of Biz' Is seek out where Sweetie Lady is I start my search through 1st floor rooms Kitchen; computer niche; both bedrooms If searching fails to show where she went I go down to check our cold basement She doesn't go up to the model airplane attic So all that points to my one remaining tactic Explore the 'Wilderness': to wit: The lot on which our house doth sit Although the view across the yard would seem to be quite clear She has amazing ability in it to disappear So then I have to raise my voice Like a pet owner, but I have no choice I plead "Please call to me, my Sweetie Dear! I cannot tell if you are here!" She emerges from some bush, with pruner How can I not have seen her sooner? No matter, now that she's in sight I only want to hug her tight! Love of my Life: searching I DON't dread Is when I search for you at night Close by me...in our bed!