The Proposal

Outside a shopping mall, we sat on a bench

One which is rusty and old

But witnessed several stories untold

Mine was going to unfold

As he took my hand and looked into my eyes

Shall I run away

Or trust his grip?

Now or never it seemed

I didn't move but gazed his eyes

For eyes speak your heart both in truth and lie

His lips made a move and I could no longer hear

The rushing crowd of the busy street

He whispered my favorite song more like an old poem

"You say it best when you say nothing at all"

I saw my reflection on his eyes

Just as you see your image on a placid lake

Unwavering and beautiful in all the ways

Now or never it seemed

And I decided to stay with him

Rusty and old but

The bench knows it all.