I'm like other guys... I drink, I cheat, I throw tantrums, but I want to love you anyway. I break hearts, I've broken one too many... yet I am asking you to entrust your heart with me. I'm asking you to try me, I'm not different... I got the dude stuff you know and somehow this isn't just about love... albeit I hope you can be the peg that tethers my lust... I want you to swallow and never spit me... I want you to be my last... I want you to be the lady my kids call Mama, the very last drumbeat of karma. I want you to be my fate, to be family that never goes stranger... I want you to share with me this vaguely baked cake of the rest of my life, I want you to be my wife and if these words cannot prove to you that you mean a world to me then I'll peacefully walk away because I know we cannot force affairs of the heart... The Heart cannot listen to what it doesn't want to hear... I love you and that's why I'm standing here... I need to know whether I stand a chance or not... I'm not different and I'll never be... I just hope I'm worth climbing thorny trees for, worth the rough roads, worth the hills for that's what true love is in my bible, it's about two people holding hands and walking past the rough and the smooth, past the hard and the soft, past the hills, valleys past the winding and the straight road, true love's combining effort to lift the light and heavy load... knowing that the prize of love is having someone to share with the good, the bad, the happy, the sad. Am I that person you'd expect on this lifelong journey to eternity? will you be my honey through bitterness of waves waiting ahead? Will you take the discomfort of a ring for me? Will you marry me?