The bite of the cold breeze
She pulls her sweater closer around her
She waits alone on a solitary park bench
She waits for the man she loves
In the distance she sees him coming
She wonder why he asked her here
She shivers and wishes for a warmer jacket
She stands to greet him
He kisses cheek, then goes on one knee
And then he says "Will you marry me?"
Her voice is shaking as she says yes
He rises and they embrace
A perfect moment