Proposal
By Petra Creffield
Proposal
My heart flutters in hope yet again when I look into your clear blue eyes.
Do you see what I see baby, tell me you believe in love at first sight.
Then lets take flight, shake off the ties that bind us, instead running
free,
Headfirst and headlong into each other’s arms and bursting hearts
Maybe this really can be, the new start we have both been waiting for.
Finally I met someone that looks as alive and unafraid as I feel inside.
From this love I will not hide, even though I know it is wrong.
Somebody else’s guy oh yeh, break the promise I made to myself
To hurt someone else to get my man, was never in the plan
But I want to spend every second I can with you, squeeze every minute dry
Don’t ask me why,
I know it sounds all crazy and wrong but I think you are
the one
I have waited for for so damn long,
Had given up hope, had chosen despair
As my nightly friend, not wanting to live not wanting to die
Ambivalence causing strange kind of hell from which I could see, no way
be free
This is what I had come to be, numbness the recipe, of every day
Walking the motions, smiling the smile, maintaining the denial of everything.
But inside I could sing, a bird was always free and dancing in there
She kept me holding on, still believing in magic, miracles and in the one!
She never stopped dancing upon, my heart demanding to be filled
So its beat could match the rhythm of her stomping feet that thundered
on
No matter how many times I buried my head under the duvet and wished them
gone
There they would stay, pushing me out and on, they took me to you
To dance at your feet, standing among your adoring crowd I was the one
Who knew no-one and watched as the hours and the party began to unfold
Before my watching eye and through the lens I began to see only you
Since then I haven’t known what to do,
Breathe is on hold and I know this is bold...
But will you marry me?
©Petra Creffield 2006
Comments on "Proposal"
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On Monday, August 20, 2007, Dancing_Monkey
(1228) wrote:
Lovely words. Love is flight.
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On Sunday, August 19, 2007, Guillotine
(168) wrote:
Trying to think of words which won't sully this delicate rose. I don't think I could.