The Rock
She looked at me with some uncertainty,
When I followed her through the door that night.
I looked at her with secret mystery,
As I knew when she enteredt it would light.
She didn't know what was behind the foor,
And what was awaiting her was a shock.
When she saw it she sank towards the floor,
This was when I showed her a tiny rock.
I got down on one knee and said to her,
"You know I love you, so now let me show you.
What happens from then on is such a blur,
All I know is that she instantly knew.
Her eyes shined like gems in the moonlit night.
Her answer was yes, my world was made right.
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