Am I dreaming?
 Waking up to a warm welcoming sunrise.
  I look to your deep ocean blue eyes.
   They silently, shimmer and remind me of soft waves.
   Tranquil. Peaceful. Calming.

This seems like a dream.
  We go into the kitchen. You already make breakfast.
  “What do you want?” you ask.
     You already know my answer.
     Eggs. Sausage. Fresh fruit.

Am I daydreaming?
   Walking on the beach, hand in hand and looking at the skies.
   I gaze into your deep ocean blue eyes.
     They want to ask the questions you’re afraid to.
     Wanting. Wishing. Hoping.

How can I be sure this is real?

   We stop abruptly. 

   You kneel down on one knee.
      You ask, “Will you marry me?”
      You already know my answer.
         Y. E. S.
It was not a dream.