©️ Eniyans Poetry ✨️
(The blue 💙 heart poet)
Ask Me With Art
No, I won’t marry you,
Not because my heart doesn’t skip
when you’re out of reach,
Not because your hug fails to warm me.
I won’t say yes to the question,
“Will you marry me?”
Yes, I won’t ...
Not because you’re less than who I want to spend my life with,
Not because you don’t bring me calm,
not because you don’t bring me peace.
I won’t marry you
because you asked, “Will you marry me?”
Uniqueness is art,
and it must be shown
when you seek my hand in marriage.
“Will you complete me?”
“Will you be the stars to my sky?”
“Will you be the echo of my heartbeat?”
“Will you be the peace after every storm?”
“Will you wrap eternity in words made just for me?”
“Will you be the written line
on the empty pages of my existence?”
Let your uniqueness
sweep me off the ground.
Let your voice paint constellations in the air.
Let your question feel
born for my ears alone.
I won’t marry you
not with borrowed words,
not with lines rehearsed
by half the world.
But when you craft a promise
that comes from your soul,
when your love becomes a language
only we can speak ..
Then ask me.
Ask me with wonder in your eyes,
with trembling hope in your voice,
with a courage built
from all the days you chose me.
Ask me in a way
that softens time’s footsteps,
that makes the stars lean closer,
that sends shivers down the spines of the sun rise,
that makes my heart whisper,
“This… this is ours.”
And when you do,
when your words become the art
you were born to make ..
I won’t say “I won’t.”
I’ll take your hands,
look into the life
waiting behind your smile,
and say the one word
I’ve been saving for the right moment:
“ Yes.”
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
©️ Eniyans Poetry ✨️
(The blue 💙 heart poet)
Ask Me With Art
No, I won’t marry you,
Not because my heart doesn’t skip
when you’re out of reach,
Not because your hug fails to warm me.
I won’t say yes to the question,
“Will you marry me?”
Yes, I won’t ...
Not because you’re less than who I want to spend my life with,
Not because you don’t bring me calm,
not because you don’t bring me peace.
I won’t marry you
because you asked, “Will you marry me?”
Uniqueness is art,
and it must be shown
when you seek my hand in marriage.
“Will you complete me?”
“Will you be the stars to my sky?”
“Will you be the echo of my heartbeat?”
“Will you be the peace after every storm?”
“Will you wrap eternity in words made just for me?”
“Will you be the written line
on the empty pages of my existence?”
Let your uniqueness
sweep me off the ground.
Let your voice paint constellations in the air.
Let your question feel
born for my ears alone.
I won’t marry you
not with borrowed words,
not with lines rehearsed
by half the world.
But when you craft a promise
that comes from your soul,
when your love becomes a language
only we can speak ..
Then ask me.
Ask me with wonder in your eyes,
with trembling hope in your voice,
with a courage built
from all the days you chose me.
Ask me in a way
that softens time’s footsteps,
that makes the stars lean closer,
that sends shivers down the spines of the sun rise,
that makes my heart whisper,
“This… this is ours.”
And when you do,
when your words become the art
you were born to make ..
I won’t say “I won’t.”
I’ll take your hands,
look into the life
waiting behind your smile,
and say the one word
I’ve been saving for the right moment:
“ Yes.”