Proposal Poem by Makarand Paranjape

Mon cherie, this New Year's Eve,
Let's get married,
Again.
I think the time is right for me to pop the question at last.
Yes, thank you for waiting so long.
The first time around,
I wasn't quite ready.
I was too young, too callow,
Both of us were under stress, as you know.
And the circumstances forced our decision.
But now, I am in full possession of my bearings,
Sound in mind and body, as they say,
Settled in life, able to decide where my interests lie.
And so, after considered reflection,
I send you my proposal.
You're pretty, you're well to do, you're highly eligible;
What's more, your aura, which others can't see,
Is spotlessly clean. I am fully satisfied
That you're everything I want a woman to be.
So: will you marry me?
I don't know what I can offer in return;
You decide, whether I meet your expectations or not.
I can't promise that I will make you happy,
But I shall try, with all my heart:
To be true to you till death do us part.