Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The One With The Proposal.

Dear Lover,

When that day comes.
I won't need fancy cutlery and fine dining.
Won't need a gathering crowd.
Or moonlit lighting.
Would rather do without the carets and the sheen.
That crushed black velvet box.
And bended knee.

Just you and me.
And the simple ring in the pocket of your jeans.


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