We met accidentally in Spring,
you thought I might be a plaything.
You never knew where we would go,
it started with the word “hello!”.

Without the need for promises,
we showed the Doubting Thomas’s.
We surprised each other every day,
and kidded ourselves as we lay.

Our lives grew so intertwined,
we never could be defined.
Our friends came to understand,
how we came to be, unplanned.

But they grasped the reality,
without the need for a guarantee.
They often shook their collective heads,
even as they saw the twisted threads.

We kidded ourselves often,
but we both started to soften.
We realized we needed more,
while we were solid to the core.

Now I kneel, in an ice-cold sweat,
right in the place where we first met.
I have a question to ask thee,
will you consent to marry me?