perfect prooposal
the door opens as i draw nearcandlelight fills the room
with fragrances which lighten the mood
rose petals lie on the ground
in a trail leading to a small table
with a candle light dinner
taking my hand, he leads me to my chair
we eat quietly as a violinist plays
clearing his throat, he stands up
reaching for my hand
pulling me up to dance
but instead he kneels down on one knee
proposing a beautiful ring
asking me to be his wife
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