A rock weighted the card on the bench at the secret place where I think. The instructions were typewritten unsigned. Written for who? to find…but I am the curious kind.
Walk beside where you know I have been.
Follow my lead, my darling please.
The footprints were large, familiar
The sand squeaked with pleasure
I pitter-pattered aside at my leisure
careful not to tread on another’s path
yet not ready to assimilate the math
Behold, driftwood, a scarf knotted
flagrantly spotted, one word ‘Besotted’
Guilty I felt, as I knelt, like a voyeur
a thief of another’s moment of grandeur?
A voice startled me!
I shook, scared to look; was it a trap; treachery?
How naive of me, to be unprepared, a girl by the sea.
Expecting a knife, a stolen life, my heart shuddered loud
Fierce heat on my brow, and how!
Then I saw him, a man on his knees,
Ring in hand, astonishing me
My man, asking please,‘Will you marry me?’