Popping The Question

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Popping The Question
By Larry Linville

They had dated for years.
She knew it was love.
Her ears were itching to hear –
Those six little words
“Will you marry me – my dear?”

“Will you marry me?”
She hoped to hear each day.
She knew he was close –
But the words never came.
Something always got in the way.

She led conversations about things to come.
Of children and family and house.
But each attempt to help him ask
Was like trying to catch a wild mouse.

She tried every setting her mind could create
But the setting was never just right.
He avoided her lead or the cell phone would ring
And it was over for that night.

This night she had perfect plans in place
She began with a big chocolate cake.
She served all his favorite foods
Just like his mother would make.

The CD was programmed with those gushy songs
Of love and commitment and hope.
This time it will work, she knew it down deep.
She thought she could tighten the rope.

His eyes looked so different than she’d ever seen.
As he knelt down right there by the door.
It was so sweet how he didn’t look up
He looked humble as he stared at the floor.

This is it! Her pounding heart told her mind.
Her skin was alive and her heart skipped a beat.
He looked up and stared into her eyes
And began to utter words which she knew she’d repeat.

“Can you help me find my contacts?”

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