Leap Year Beckons Women To Propose

The newest Leap Year beckons women to make a heartfelt move while promising to be true to the soul and actions I have knelt down because it's time that I propose to you, even impromptu, promising to say "I do" with Celtic words: Aoibhneas, Baile. I love you for your distinct virtues. Please, do not misconstrue this vow that I now renew. You're likely to be amazed by such words of praise coming from me But you should know that I love you verily; I've reappraised the situation, And I'm all aglow when I think of the stargazed dream Such a marriage could set us free and raise our expectations, we who are Vikings! If I don't take the chance to propose during our dance, four years will pass again with less romance; thus, it's best I write these words of confession to you with my own pen rather than to keep them suppressed, all the while, Promising that my vow will be acknowledged by God above who blesses our love, still expressed while un-professed My mind reaches out to you, boundlessly and timelessly, no matter what you say or do, thereunto, without any borders to keep my love away; I invite your imagination to fly with thoughts of the magnificent adulation and how I'll reveal my heart to you, going on a mountain rendezvous, with vegetables overgrown in your garden where they thrived, Undervalued for such a long time while nature embraced you in a breakthrough, Growth arose with the sound of bells nearby--chiming, dancing, and chanting in rhythm, the mountains, all the time, dipping into the valley to meet you in peace. This year will be Leap Year, it's true, and all I want to do Is marry you. No more, no less, only to achieve heartfelt happiness. I'll view you through the misconstrued residue of my own true love.