All I see is her,
To me there is no her and I,
She says she doesn't see that either,
She says she sees us,
I ponder on it,
"I guess so" I smile,
Our hands weave together,
We walk,
I pull out a box out of my pocket,
I look at her,
"Wait"
We stop "I wanted to give this to you"
I pull out the box and open it,
"O my God!"
The sun is just setting,
Leaving hues of pinks, purples and oranges,
I pull out the necklace out of the box,
It's gold,
With white detailing along it,
"May I do the honours?"
I walk around her and undo the lock,
She opens the locket,
It's her and I,
In black is printed,
Us.