The Proposal

You ask me for my hand, descended on one knee
I try to whisper, "Yes," but all I manage is a, "Squee!"
You understand and sweep me up, kissing my lips
Then you set me down, still holding my hips
You slide the ring on, and oh it looks great!
I love you so much, and I can barely await our glorious wedding date!  

The End

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