We spend holidays and birthdays and weekends together 
You pick me up from home, even during the worst weather 

When we walk, you never get tired of holding my hand 

Maybe by now its foolish to ask where I really stand 

You finish my sentences and I finish your salad 
I write you poetry and you sing me ballads

But still I’ve bitten my tongue to the point that it’s numb 

Just to stop myself asking since it might sound a bit dumb. 

I know your entire family tree, and you know mine 
And I’m sure someday you’ll confess given enough time

I’m a smart girl, I just need the words I suppose

Do you mind speeding things along and finally propose?