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?