Love is a Many Splendid Thing

He knelt down below me. His twinkling brown eyes glimmered at my teary face. He had slipped a small velvet box out his coat pocket. My cheeks grew warm. My hazel eyes sprouted tears. Tears of joy of course. He opened the tiny box revealing a small but beautiful ring. Although not the traditional diamond nor crystal, it was still a beautiful topaz. "YES!" i shreiked before he could even ask the question. He stood up dusing off his Brown coudoroy pants. He pcked me up gracefully and he hugged me tight with great strength. He kissed me passionatley. That night we were just ourselves. He was nt a Royal, Rule-following prince and i was not a dutchesses daughter. We were silly goof-balls stuck in iternal love. My mother would always and i quote say "You will be married off not for love but for keeping our family's wealth alive." and as usual i would roll my eyes. I was young and i needed to live my life to the fullest.I leaned on him for comfort. He stroked my hair as we glanced at all the stars up in the midnight sky. The small stars seemed to be winking at us as if happy that he proposed.I guess we were right i may quote " Love is a many splendid thing"