On a moonlit plain, 
One, star-bright night, 
The lovers lay where others have lain,
And enjoy pretty much the same sight.
As she stares into his eyes
His love looks back,
And he hears her joy in heartfelt sighs,
And the brilliant smile that made his heart crack.
He knows, he knows, that this is the time,
She sees him tremble but doesn't know why,
Like a man on trial for a crime.
The wings of his heart beat, and he's about to fly, 
He steels himself, gathers his love, 
And produces the proof of his desire,
A glinting ring, as from a treasure trove,
Shines bright to match his eyes' fire,
But she looks on in scared dismay,
As he gets down on one knee, 
He presents his token, she begins to pray,
And gets ready to flee,
He says those words 'I love you'
Normally a feast of delight,
Today they cut her heart in two,
And hers would not be the only one tonight.
'Will you marry me?' he asks hope and happiness in his eyes,
And she says no...
Now there's only surprise,
And slowly down, his tears flow.
She was not ready.