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I’m sitting in your chairs.
Wearing my Sunday best.
Here you come down your stairs.
In your beautiful dress.
I stand,

Holding roses in my hand.
Which you took,
As I tell you how beautiful you look.
Putting the roses in a vase,

You say you’re ready.
We leave the house.
For you I open the car door.
Now heading for the shore.

At the restaurant.
We ate our dinner and talked.
Now here on the beach.

Aback as you look at me.
Banding down on one knee.
Catching a glimpse at a small box.
Deciding not to open it.
Even as I ask you to marry me.
Finally” you say to me.

Hugging me as I put the ring on you.
Wow that was a blast.
My heart was beating so fast.

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