The Betrothal

The fifth day in a row together, that glorious Monday night;
You came home from work at seven, we held each other tight!
After entering your carriage house, I popped the cork on our champagne;
We sipped the bubbly between kisses, our love pouring out like rain!
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We barely touched our jumbo shrimp, too exhilarated to eat;
Our hearts and Souls were soaring, each time our lips would meet!
Before asking you to marry me, I made but one request;
That you never cut your hair again, grown as long as my behest!
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You replied without hesitation, proved you loved me very true;
Saying, “Yes my darling Larry, I’d be honored to grow it long for you”!
I felt in me an implosion, such as I’d never known before;
I looked into your sweet eyes, as I knelt down on the floor!
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I said, “My precious Angel Linda, will you marry me and be my wife;
I will honor and I will cherish you, for the rest of both our lives”!
You took my hands and pulled me close, the word “yes” reverberated in my Soul;
This woman I met just five days ago, had made this broken man now whole!
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Our love came quickly
But will last eternally
Our Souls ever bound