Yes
The black starry sky sheds vague little light
The cold crisp air caresses her rosy cheeks
But before her was an awesome sight
He had been thinking, planning all week.
Rose petals, hundreds, covering the ground
And 300 candles, one for each day
300 days since their love had been found
They both knew each other is their own fate.
Her heart was beating eccentrically fast
He took out a small, velour black square
She and him knew that forever they would last
He smiled at her, all she did was stare
He slowly got down onto his left knee
Parted his lips and said “Baby, marry me?”
Emilou Hohaia
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