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A poem about a guy asking a girl to marry him. |
| I am a little nervous But I will remain composed For it is on this night That I will propose I’ve dreamed of this moment For my whole life I am finally ready To make her my wife I’ve kept it a secret To make it a surprise I can’t wait till I see The shocked look in her eyes Throughout the day I had felt a little stressed At dinner though I was a complete mess I wanted to be calm But the harder I tried The more my emotions Bubbled up inside At first I was quiet Randomly muttering And when I did start talking I couldn’t stop stuttering I started laughing When I “proposed” a toast Flustered I looked down And said; “to pot roast” At one point I lost all control I asked her to pass a ring Instead of a roll It was time to ask the question But I started to choke I actually popped the question With a knock-knock joke I said, “knock-knock” She replied: “Who’s there?” “Will you marry me?” I said with a stare At the end of the day I feel blessed It may not have been perfect But she said “yes” |