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” by John Donne

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.


Dorothy Law Nolte, “Children Learn What They Live”

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.

Song of Myself – circa 2004, my senior year of High School

Sometimes I feel

My skin

Is outside of me

An ornamental cage

Richly gilded

And amazingly flexible

Responding to

Half formed thoughts

Whispers of emotions

Deep within

The chasms of my mind


But it is not me

Only echoes

Of deepness

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

And only

Intensely me


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

There is


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