Sharon Morgan

October, 1962 - (London)
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The Proposal

It was twilight, picture-perfect dusk
The lake reflected the remnants of the sun
Which gently waved goodbye to late afternoon
My heart danced to the sound of crickets
As it thumped nervously in perfect time.

The setting, as picturesque
as the framed mural of well-oiled paint
An ambiance proceeded to engulf my soul
Locked within waves of uncertainty
And as I placed the ring on your finger
With every breath, I was willing you to say ‘Yes.
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