Love…
Give me a rock,
Any rock,
And I would carve from it the emblem of our love:
The lily,
which unlike the rose- is gentle;
From the base of the stem, to the tip of the shoot, is mild.
Give me a rock,
Any rock,
And I would mold with it the trenches of a river,
With purpose of
pooling the scatterings of your love for me,
Channeling it,
That it might mix with the sea I have for you.
And there our adoration for each other is endless,
And would never run dry.
Give me a rock,
Any rock,
And I would make it into a brace,
That it might fix my eyes upon you,
Not because of Jealousy or distrust,
But because you are so fair.
So fair,
That I do myself a disservice
If for a second I take them off you;
Even if it were to view the crown jewels.
And love
As I am on my knees, I ask of you
that you take this rock;
For each day you’re not my wife,
It is one less day that I live.
so...Say yes,
That I may have the hope of days to come,
Say yes,
And within twelve turns of the moon
Take my name.
With this said
Love…Will you marry me?
Leslie Alexis
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