Proposing

Champagne glasses sit on the empty table,
With only a couple sips left at the bottom.
A laugh comes from the next room.
Not a bellow,
But a soft and gentle laugh,
Red from nervousness,
Sits a man,
Near a smiling woman.
His hands are shaking,
As he tries to break the ice.
The man gets up up and walks over to her.
She looks up slightly confused.
He gets down on his knee,
Fumbling in his pocket.
Her eyes wide.
Nerves disappear as he pulls out a ring.
Tears stain her eyes.
He asks the most intimate question of all.
"Will you become my wife?"
The woman is so choked up,
She can barely get her answer out.
"Ye-"
Sob.
"Ye-"
Sniffle.
"Yes!"
The couple embrace in a tear filled hug.
He slips the ring on her delicate finger.
She smiles through the tears,
As he struggles to find her ear,
To whisper ever so softly,
"Until the day I die,
I love you."
She throws herself at her fiance'
Covering him with kisses,
Responding,
"And forever there after"