my head's on your shoulder
my hands, in your own
we've been getting closer
by you i have been shown
our feet that move in patterns
are drifting 'cross the floor
slowly towards the balcony
soon we're past the door.
we stand out in the moon light
our dance comes to a halt
you lead me to a grey, stone bench
this night has no fault.
you sit me down release one hand
which produces from your pocket
a heart shaped box , the color black
with a key to unlock it.
going down onto one knee
you look into my eyes
and ask me that question
for which every girl dies:
"will you marry me?"
"yes, yes i will
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