Proposal

Mon cherie, this New Year's Eve, Let's get married, Again. I think the time is right for me to pop the question at last. Yes, thank you for waiting so long. The first time around, I wasn't quite ready. I was too young, too callow, Both of us were under stress, as you know. And the circumstances forced our decision. But now, I am in full possession of my bearings, Sound in mind and body, as they say, Settled in life, able to decide where my interests lie. And so, after considered reflection, I send you my proposal. You're pretty, you're well to do, you're highly eligible; What's more, your aura, which others can't see, Is spotlessly clean. I am fully satisfied That you're everything I want a woman to be. So: will you marry me? I don't know what I can offer in return; You decide, whether I meet your expectations or not. I can't promise that I will make you happy, But I shall try, with all my heart: To be true to you till death do us part.