My knees so weak can barely stand
i reach out you take my hand
you lift me up now on my feet
with a gentle pull our lips do meet
blushing now red in the face
as i'm engulfed by your sweet embrace
wrapped in your arms you hold me so
a feeling like this I've longed to know
now filled with a delightful pride
eager i kneel down at your side
forever and always
i shout with glee
my dearest ,
would you marry me?
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Marcus cole
My names marcus cole im 29 ill be 30 in october im a novice poetry writer just looking to explore getting my poetry out there in the public eye
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