The Proposal

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He walks on the beach,
Going to meet Her,
The smell of Salt is in the Air,
As He walks on the beach,
Going to meet Her.

She sees Him coming,
And runs to greet Him,
The seagulls cry,
As She sees Him coming,
And runs to greet Him.

A Box is in His Hand
Small, Red, Precious,
He bends on one Knee,
The Box in His Hand,
The one with the Ring.

Tears streaming down Her Face,
Rolling, Glistening, in the Crimson Sun,
Tears of Joy,
She Kisses Him.

The smell of Salt,
The Seagulls cry,
The Box,
Tears of Joy,
Love.





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