It sparkles like the sun
In place, waiting in a velvet box
Some object will be the one
Unmade, in just a pile of rocks
But this stone lights up the room
I kneel on the ground as if in prayer
And the velvet box is opened in its all its loom
Let me choke out, "Will you marry me?"
There.
^_^ I was feeling fluffy and I love my girlfriend. Don't judge me.
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The Dark Link
PoetryPoems. Some for my friends, some for my love, some for my enemies, and some for perfect strangers.