Dear Mia,
Now I know this may seem like a rush,
But my darling, I've waited for so long.
I'm tired of allowing my feeling to remain hushed,
If I could sing, I would've played you a song.
The small gasp that escaped your mouth,
A sign that this was an actual surprise,
I couldn't help but grin, still hoping that this doesn't go south.
So while we sat and ate,
And laughed until our stomachs ached,
The butterflies flew and the uneasiness grew.
But at some point I had to ask,
This is such a difficult task.
But my dear Mia,
I can no longer wait,
The reason I asked you on this date,
Was because I think you're mighty fine
And I just want to call you mine.
