Anticipation
By Blushfulmoon
He looked into the mirror with a calm and languid glaze,His expression somewhat peaceful,yet his deep blue eyes a fiery blaze,Biting his lip in anticipation,running his fingers thought his hairHe tried to relax for the evening ahead,but he is so vividly awareOf the fact this evening will be the nightHe will ask her to be his wife,Beg her to be with him foreverThe rest of his lifeShe looks into the mirror, ready for the nightPuts on her make up and purses her lips just rightHer heart telling her maybe tonightAll your dream's could come rueShe could get a ring on her fingersHear him say the word's 'I Love You'The two wewereeated in a rerestaurant cozy romantic placeAlone in a secluded cornerIt was just enough to give them spaceThe ate then just sat and talked, and left for a midnight strollAnd while on that winding path he began to pour out his soulHe told her that he loved her her eyes, her laugh, her smileThe way she caressed her hair, her personality, her style,The he took her face and looked into her eyesHe asked her to be his brideAnd he heard her sofltly whisper yesLaughing, hugging the both did cryThey walked arm in arm back up the path togotherPlanning for them a wonderful futureThat they hoped would last forever Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 06:23 PM PST, Susan Vessels 18 • 0 • 8
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"He looked into the mirror with a calm and languid glaze,His expression somewhat peaceful,yet his deep blue eyes a fiery blaze,Biting his lip in anticipation,running his fingers thought his hairHe tried to relax for the evening ahead,but he is so vividly awareOf the fact this evening will be the nightHe will ask her to be his wife,Beg her to be with him foreverThe rest of his lifeShe looks into the mirror, ready for the nightPuts on her make up and purses her lips just rightHer heart telling her maybe tonightAll your dream's could come rueShe could get a ring on her fingersHear him say the word's 'I Love You'The two wewereeated in a rerestaurant cozy romantic placeAlone in a secluded cornerIt was just enough to give them spaceThe ate then just sat and talked, and left for a midnight strollAnd while on that winding path he began to pour out his soulHe told her that he loved her her eyes, her laugh, her smileThe way she caressed her hair, her personality, her style,The he took her face and looked into her eyesHe asked her to be his brideAnd he heard her sofltly whisper yesLaughing, hugging the both did cryThey walked arm in arm back up the path togotherPlanning for them a wonderful futureThat they hoped would last forever..."