To Him
Blue eyes like the ocean stare at me.
As he talks, each word coming out like
chirp of a blue jay, sitting in an autum tree.
"Will you marry me?"
He looks at me, I look down
"Yes"
He grabs my hand, putting the ring on my hand.
We both look as we see our future with eachother.
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