He kneels on the ground.
Holds something that is round.
“Will you marry me?” He pops the question,
And my mouth drops to such confession.
Tears fall from my eyes,
I wasn’t expecting this kind of surprise.
He stares at me, waiting for my response,
Yes, of course, yes! I am still in a trance.
He hugs me tight, a smile on his face.
I close my eyes and drown from his embrace.
Maybe I’m still dreaming, don’t wake me up.
This is a fantasy no one dares to disrupt.
I know he is the one I want to spend my life with,
And as long as I am breathing, I will love him till death.
© P. Bunnykins
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mouth Drop.”