The Proposal

It felt like A Proposal

Or a forum of feelings

Dancing in circles in a passionate park

There was romance by the fountains

And voices that echoed

Within the warmth of the naked winds

And slowly

The air became filled with little flames

Her eyes lit up with warmth

And the conscience of the moon gazed before us

And blessed the night with a signal

This signal gave birth to a homely intuition

Where all that mattered was Love