August 16, 2015
Proposal Note
My eye sees your youth
Holding my hand as we embark on a new chapter of our love affair. My heart cries of happiness while we sit on the porch.
You are the suntan covering my skin when the clouds appear.
You have become the apostrophe in my sentence. The period in my paragraph. My book would be pointless and without meaning.
My prologue rhythm less
My Author's note without lyrics
Table of contents lacking sunlight
My epilogue blind
You're my microphone to sing
The music to this write
The steps in my dance
With this note
May I ask
Would you be my life?
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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