Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Proposal

Events will never turn out like they 're planned
I see the look of shock upon your face
as I kneel down to ask you for your hand

I wish that I had picked a better place
my heart is beating loudly in my chest
My voice is disappearing without trace

As nervous as at any oral test
Please will you marry me I softly said
I felt my fingers being slowly pressed

Across her face a smile then slowly spread
as to my feet again I quickly stand
She answers yes as tears of joy are shed

And at that timely moment cue the band
while dreams of future happiness are planned

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