Proposal

‘You are the tea leaves I am the tea pot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’ Ode to Mum by Maria Williams Leap year; I hear, twenty-ninth of February, only comes once every four years. A time for a woman to carry a ring and ask for her man's hand in marriage, a speck of a myth; I have no idea. I wonder; of words, whilst I sit beneath the bower listening to birds embraced in the romantic fragrance of the wonderful hue blend of velvet rosebuds unfold. Whereas; the sun is interrupted. Noonish; I would say. A perfect season as it waits for my decision. My consciousness; is noon, as I gain confidence. While I hold a ring on a string, around my neck. As I wander in my patient mind; music plays and course through, as whispers through the maze in my heart. I gasp; I'd forgotten to breathe. You’re the sunlight, I'm your garden. You’re the rainbow, I'm your rain. You’re the music sheet, I’m your crotchet, the beat that strikes my heart. I speak of love, I cannot bear to be apart. Leap year; I hear, twenty-ninth of February, only comes once every four years. A time for a woman to ask for her man's hand in marriage. 3/1/2020 https://www.irishcentral.com/roots/leap-year-2020-irish-tradition-proposal Leap Year, meaning February has 29 days rather than 28. While women are definitely capable of asking a man for his hand in marriage on any day of the year that she so wishes, traditionally in Ireland, this right was reserved specifically for the Leap Year.