Her

Shes sitting there
listening to the sound of life
Shes watching me
Feeling my hand run through her hair
Shes smiling at me with joy
Her mesmerizing voice telling me a secret
Shes watching a butterfly on a sunflower
A majestic creating observing another form of life
I sit there as if the world around me doesnt exist
As if this was destiny
As if this was how it was always meant to be
Will you marry me?
Yes my love, she responds.

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