The most poetic marriage proposal you'll EVER read....so romantic!!!

When I Was Young, I’ve always
known that marriage was for me.
My mother always said to me:
“Son, find yourself a girl who’s
nice and mild who’ll stay at home
with my grandchildren. Once you’ve
found her, hold her tight and
thank your lucky stars at night!”
When I was young, I’d dream the
day away; I would imagine
earnestly my wedding day.
But what a fuzzy picture- the
guests I could not see nor make
out any details of my bride to be.
Only my face was clear, and never
could I say rightly who it was that
stole my heart away- the dream
remained that self-same shade of
murky.
But then, by chance, one day I met
you, and since then my dreams
have taken shape.
My bride’s filled in- her eyes of
blue, her hair of black that frames
her smiling face. I know now who
my dream bride is- it’s you.
I love the way you hold my hands-
so nice and soft and slow. Your
roughened thumbs caress my skin
still smooth, and youthful too.
But beauty fades, and passion
dims; Time weathers every hand.
These sweet, soft hands, so tender
now one day shall wrinkled be.
So will you, many years from now
still take my hands in yours? Will
you, in years to come, allow my
hands to creep to yours?
So though I’m not a perfect man
I’m here, on bended knee, please-
make real now that bride that’s in
my dreams! This question now my
heart demands: Will you marry
me?