On the 15th of August,
We
Excavated the tombs of
The Queen of Obedience
And
King Gypt the Meek,
Who reigned 12 years before
Their daughter,
The Preteen Queen of Mesopotamia,
Ascended the throne.

Had the elbow of our lead
Archaeologist not have pierced
The false wall shielding
Their hidden resting place,
Their elegant tombs would have
Remained forever lost.

An ancient parchment,
Semi intact but translatable,
Lying at the feet of the Kings tombs,
Contained a marriage proposal
To the young
Princess of Obedience
From the grand Island of Righteousness,
Where he spent years on
Her island relearning the ways
Of the LORD from her Holy Priest.

It Read:
''I am Gypt,
Disciple of righteousness.

From the ends of the earth
And
Within my lush empire,
Many daughters of Eve
Have Fallen short to embrace
Yahweh's instructions.

But you are without blemish,
And perfect as can be!

So take now my golden sceptre,
And rule by my side,
Until death arrives
To
Claim our short lives.''

My love, you see makes my heart sing
With musical notes it composes
Cause you do play on my hearts strings
My masterpiece laid before you
upon a bed of roses

I won't waste my precious time
& dance around the truth
For a symphony plays its song in me
And your beauty is my fountain of youth
My wife, you see - I hope you to be
My wife, you see - how lovely

My song, you see? Will never cease
It'll play throughout eternity
For the instruments that lay inside
Will never stop, nor ever die
For the beauty I see, instills in me
An everlasting energy
So hearken unto me, my sweet baby
Cause I'll never leave nor say goodbye

My song, you see? Makes my heart ring
Adoration does your heart bring
My masterpiece that will never cease
Is finally composed
I hope, my dear, that our union is near
& I'll become your king
My wife, you see? I hope you to be
Say yes to me, when I final-ly propose

Now we're here right at the end, my dear
A musical crescendo
As it plays, I do hope you say
That you truly love me and that you'll always stay
This song I feel, is very real
And its not an innuendo
Now on my knee, as you can see
Will you marry me? I plead and pray

Marry me, my wife to be, and let our duet play
Forever and ever entwined together
Mr. and Mrs. Gray

You may not,
Know me that well;
Anymore.

A relic from your past,
Trying to find a way;
Back, into your heart.

However long,
It may take you,
To open your doors:

I just want you to know,
That I have loved you,
Since the first day.

And I want to love you,
Till the last.

I didn't hear you say what you said in my dreams.
But I guess that's the way things go sometimes.
I'm okay with it though, because when I got down on one knee, you agreed to be my partner in crime.