When the train arrives at the station,
I get an elation, to match, the anticipation of her beautiful face appearing and nearing.
Underscored, by a thin scarf
Which floats in the wind as easily as my heart,
Which I was born with,
Yet she owns more than half, a part,
Which cannot be seen by anybody else, or felt
An emotion that we share,
Knowing, one day I’ll be knelt,
Before her, asking if she’ll spend a life with me,
And we can become one at the bend of a knee.