Poets Proposal Poem by Saint Cynosure

You are to me an angel,
a vision in pure white.
The man that Ive become today,
you've given me that life.
True I knew not how to love,
I learned that all you.
I walk as if a king to many,
you are owed your due.
Never will I leave your side,
you are my only life,
All I want to ask of you,
is will you be my wife?
For better or for worse,
till death pulls us apart.
Will you take my hand today,
and give to me your heart?