The Proposal

Hi Babe!

You always tell me that I never actually got to propose to you. I never told you about the two wheels of the bicycle when I wanted us to be a couple or the birds and the bees when I wanted physical expression. I never even got on one knee and maybe present a ring inside a champaigne/ wine glass or send a puppy with a ring tied around the neck, no singing a song proclaiming my love and then whipping out a diamond ring or even send a dedication over the radio or tv programme. None of that happened with us and that's mostly because, I'm just not that guy.

I love MaKhoza and because of that, I want to honour your wish to formally propose. I would love nothing more than to have you as my lawful wife (I say lawful, because as far as I'm concerned you have been for awhile now). This is therefore an attempt at putting a smile on your face, some tears in your eyes, butterflies in your stomach and exceeding the speed limit on your heart rate. It's my way to ask "WILL YOU BE MY WIFE?!?"

You're my centre. Not the beginning or even the end but my centre. In definition; You're that point around which my life revolves or a structure used as a meeting place for our home - This is why both me and your daughter always want to wrapped around you. You're like an establishment devoted to a particular subject, or maybe a person upon which interest and emotion focuses and lastly my personal favourite my core - You're my Center.

When God said to himself:"It is not good for a man to live alone", he probably had me in mind and like Adam I proclaim that you're bone of my bones and flesh of flesh. I want you, I need you, I love you!

Make me the happiest man alive and add a three letter comment on this post.

WILL YOU MARRY ME!?!