A proposal by a man to his lady. Only she can excite love in him, and he thinks the basis of her acceptance of him must be the happiness he brings to her life.
We are all born angels but gradually grow into men; A few of us, though, do angels remain, And you, golden you, are the like of them: You whom Paradise led me to And back to Paradise leads me daily; Whom Fortune fished from my dreams to lay by my side... If you wish me love, wish me you, And if I should make you happy, make me hubby! Then for a day you’ll be my bride and forever my pride. And side by side with hearts, sweat, & tears entwined We’ll each day labour at the blessed wheel By whose fateful spins our home shall be steered Towards destinies atop golden hills That Heaven wills as our dwelling place.
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