Brave Love

The Question of Infinity

Will you...

Wow, this is...

awkward.

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Will you—

be the one who wakes me up every morning

with the smell of hot cross buns in the oven;

And let me laugh

while you take five minutes

to ensure that it was evenly coated with glazing?

Will you—

let me be the guy who

makes fun of you because you blush at the sight of strawberries;

Or roll your eyes

at every Lord of the Rings reference that I make;

—The guy who

gets to hear the beat of your heart;

when you watch horror movies in front of the couch?

Or laugh when you dodge

every single ball that I throw your way?

Haha, okay I won't do that—promise.

I just want you to know

that as much as this ring shines like the stars in the sky;

It will never be as beautiful as the way you smile

or blush every once in a while—

Until it's sparkling

on the hand you use

To beat me at a game of Cards

and hold Giselle's as she crosses the road

and place the strawberries on a cake

or fix me ice-cream with a silly smile.

Shit;

Who am I kidding?

You're amazing;

And there's no way

that the skies, stars, sun or moon—

can describe how infinite you are

to me.

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so

I guess what I'm trying to say is

Will you

Will you...

Will you?

Will you, Angel—

Will you be mine?

Fuck, what am I saying—

Scratch that—

Marry me?

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