The Propsal

Through a wild valley We wandered Slow... Except for our breath I , all to myself In a panic, Less frightened By what would be called Death. My companion- Is likewise , too nervous, And panting in "secret" Dismay: And now I know We are lovers, Abashed, shame-faced In the heat of An expectant day. He, in all tune to my thinking Has gently taken my hand, Thus taken, Quivering and silent, We in love wandered Through the wild land