He says,
" I love you.
Will you marry me?",
Bow and knees on the ground,
Presenting the ring:
But oh! To be loved like this-
"For I prophecy that I would be bestowed to have the opportunity of bejweling the gentlest of your hands with a ring made of the diamonds of your beauty: for I resite this oath to be the man bound to your extravagance for the eternity."
- Oh! to be loved this way...
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Ocean of words
PoetryThese are the ocean of words, I can't talk them out or hide, I wanna shout them to the world, But my courage is long gone in the tides...
