Is She the One?

Is she the one? The one I call hun, with those beautiful endless eyes, attached to my arm like a prize. We met and got a couple beers, now look at us, its been 5 years. A love is what we share, although it's sometimes hard to bear. I am a genuinely good guy, but sometimes I make her cry. I bring her roses, candy, and sometimes a stuffed toy, So we all know, they are tears of joy. Like everyone else I argue and she bickers, but our candle of love never flickers. We kiss and laugh because it's always trivial, and the atmosphere is once again convivial. We go together like peanut butter and jelly, and she doesn't even mind my little belly. Everyone says she's a steal, but I don't know how I feel. It's time for me to take a stand, and look her in they eyes and ask for her hand. I cannot see anything else better in my life, So I will ask her to be my wife.