The Proposal

My heart pounds with the force of a thousand trains,
I try to listen to the songs of the birds,
try to drown out my fears.
She approaches me with a solemn expression,
walking tall with her hands behind her back.
My mind races,
my hands shake.
She reaches in her pocket and draws out a small box,
time would only tell what was happening.
My hands fly to my mouth as a gasp escapes my lips.
She falls to her knee,
mouth widening into a grin.
Tears race down my cheeks,
trying to outrun the sweat.
She pulls out a ring and without a moments hesitation,
Asks the simple but delicate question:
Will you marry me?