He runs his fingers through her hair,
Her soft, shiny, silky, hair...
Her bright blue eyes,
Flashing happy,
Because she loves him,
And he loves her...
She lightly kisses him on the cheek,
And he does the same...
Because she loves him,
And he loves her...
Standing at the lover's lane landing,
He grasps her hand,
And reaches into his pocket,
Pulling out a small box,
Covered in blue silk...
She starts to cry tears of joy,
As he turnes to her,
Going down on one knee,
He smiled and asked
"Will you marry me?"
















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