I just proposed to you.
I was overwhelmed with emotion
and asked you to marry me.
We have a real love
that can never be,
but you told me
that yes you would
(if you could)...
that we'd discuss it
on our porch swing
in dreamland tonight.
I would wear a babyblue
evening gown the color
of the sky and you
would wear a white tuxedo
with accents of seafoam green.
Earth and Air,
Land and Water.
You would be my breath,
the one I've been drawing
from wishful sighs.
I will be the keeper
of your heart and
make sure it never
stops working again.
Our first dance,
we will float through
starlight to
Cristophori's Dream,
the piano bringing forth
all of life's emotions.
We will feel each one of them
for the first time
in each other's arms.
We'll feed each other Brie,
sip Chardonnay, eat blackberries
off each others toes and fingers,
make our guests sick with
our longing glances,
our crazy love.
We'll take the microphone and
read love poems we've
written for each other.
We'll go away to
a place for two,
the one I visited
in your poem.
Your words
took me there.
We'll come home to
our love nest and
live forever and
happily ever after
on our new green couch,
the one on which
there are no spaces
and never will be again.