This is super cute. In my opinion, there are only two acceptable ways of proposing in public: spoken word or a well written song.
Batter my heart, three personed God: for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine and seek to mend.
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new,
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but, oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend;
But is captive and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain;
But am betrothed unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
If a child lives with criticism, she learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule, she learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, she learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise, she learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, she learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, she learns to find Love in the world.
Sometimes I feel
Is outside of me
An ornamental cage
And amazingly flexible
Half formed thoughts
Whispers of emotions
The chasms of my mind
But it is not me
That is me
The clothes I wear
The words that spill
Sometimes without proper check
The features that I cannot change
The work that forms
From my wandering fingertips
It is not me
And yet I am always
Sometimes I hide
And keep the words in
That reveal the deeper
Parts of me
Perhaps out of fear
Of offending another’s
Though usually not
Sometimes out of realization
Of the futilely
Of sharing myself
With those who wouldn’t
That I’m not
Simply what they perceive
So many words to describe
How much of one
We are so much more
Yet infinitely less
Than we ourselves
Think and know
A paradox perhaps in making
Humans more complex
Than they could understand
But I am always me
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.