I met a guy
Who taught me to fly
He holds my heart
Not tearing it apart
He wipes away my tears
And helps me threw my fears
He holds me tight
As we go into flight
He takes my hand
And puts on it a band
Confused about what it's for
He began to sit on the floor
Now he's sitting on one knee
Sweetly looking up at me
He takes my hand
The one with the band
He said there's something for us
So we won't have to take a bus
He noticed I was about to talk
So he took my hand and began to walk
As we got on the carrage
He offered me his hand in marrage
I was trying to speak
All that came out was a squeak
He told me that he loves me
I responded with you are he
As he noticed
What I had quoted
Was from the poem I wrote
That I gave to him in a tote
With a grin
I took out a pin
I may have looked like a mess
But all I wrote wrote a yes
