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MY
PROPOSAL (October 9, 2002)
Since
I was a little chap
Before I even heard of rap
A nerd who napped
In class dreaming of a lass
To share a lifetime,
A wife I'm able to adore and care for
Pour out my deepest secrets
Weep without regret
Keep it discrete yet communicated
I soon debated if I'd meet this girl
Before I reaped the whirlwind.
It's keeping Cyril in a state of anxiety
A few dates even lied to me,
I tried to be free from society
But the scheme wouldn't die in me.
I'd even write in my diary
Then one day I was shook by the very
Chick that flickered through my barely legible dreams.
"It's incredible," I screamed.
"Look, checkout the book of my life like a library."
Now I'm merry and rarely want to be apart from her,
My heart is sure, my eyes start to blur,
With tears of sheer ecstasy,
I want her sexy figure next to me
Every night and morning.
I fight not to be corny,
It's alright, just don't ignore me.
It's my proposal to be at your disposal
Never to oppose all your dreams and ambitions
It seems I AM wishes you to be my Mrs.
I suppose I'd be remiss if
(X2)
Maegan
I'd be a pagan vagrant
If it wasn't for your blatant pageantry
No more savagery from your gentry
You gently put me in my place - In your heart,
I face this century venturing
with an elegant element On my arm.
I promise to guard you from harm,
If it's not too hard, harness your charm
And farm the fields of my being,
I yield but I'm not fleeing.
I finally feel free
and I can't articulate how much you appeal to me;
as such, your art percolates in my mind,
I find your perky smirk binding.
Lets work together in holy matrimony,
Harmony over acrimony
whether we're lacking money or wholly prosperous,
it'd be preposterous to try stopping us
in our hospitable trust.
And it costs us nothing but unswerving commitment
To each other and our immanent Father
It's unnerving that so many would rather not bother
But we know better and sow vows for good or bad weather,
Should we be sad, I'm glad to know it'd be together.
It's
my proposal to be at your disposal
Never to oppose all your dreams and ambitions
It seems I AM wishes you to be my Mrs.
I suppose I'd be remiss if I didn't make this explicit
(X2)
Maegan,
will you marry me?
Words
© Cyril Guérette.
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