Proposal Of Grace Poem by Satan's Sibling

Within the darkened twilight,
Where the flowers reach the moon.
Sit the hearts of two young lovers,
Who love under Cupid's swoon.

The young girl holds his hand,
And squeezes gently so.
The young man takes his hand away,
The girl now feels so low.

He stands up from the lover's bench,
And to the girl's dismay.
He walks ahead to the silent lake,
Under the cool autumn May.

The girl, she sees a problem,
And sees the tension in his heart.
She walks up beside the man,
Whom she has loved from the start.

The man points to the moon,
As a star streaks through the night.
Her eyes follow to the star,
They reurn to a graceful sight.

The young man sits on bended knee,
With diamond ring, she swoons.
It glitters in the midnight sun,
Breaking through the gloom.

The ring sits snugly on her hand,
And to this day shines upon the dark.
The lovers, by night, sit on a bench,
Her heart flutters like a young lark.