Firmly Fixed

. So bashful my soon to be wife She places her fingers into my hand as I help her down from the surrey Her eyes firmly fixed to mine she smiles and curtsies Arm in arm I lead my petite princess to an arbor adorned with flowering vines and a bevy of meadowlarks Resting on my knee I ask for her hand my lips kiss her soft fingers and I speak in romantic verse I ask forever to share life and her moist kisses at night Magically my bashful little flower my timid princess spoke with jest to shift the fright and down her soft cheeks tears crystalline from her brown eyes fell With gesticulation and her hair flowing whilst she gracefully danced I heard "yesss"