Her serene voice,
And her beautiful smile,
Her torquise eyes,
Shining so bright,
Under the moonlight we stand,
Hand in hand,
I kneel down on my knee,
Asking her will you marry me,
She accepts my proposal,
And honestly from that day onwards,
I sleep in peace.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
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