Part II
"My dearly beloved,
Yesterday I came across my mama's wedding ring,
the one she said was for my love
Sara wasn't it though, cause I never gave her the ring.
The ring was for the one, that made me feel complete,
for the one, mama said, that swept me off my feet.
The ring was for someone with a high IQ,
Someone maybe just like you.
It was for someone who got me,
with whom I've shared death,
with whom I almost drowned at see,
who beats me at chess.
Someone who's saved my life,
more times that I can count,
this someone should be my wife,
I'm sure beyond a doubt.
Someone I've almost lost,
far too many times,
someone who at any cost,
I want to be mine.
Someone who always saves the day,
and dares to laugh at my jokes,
someone amazing in every way.
Someone I wanna go fishing with,
I wanna hold and embrace,
someone who's a math wiz,
a scientist, who craves to race.
Someone I wish I could just ask:
Will you please marry me,
would you do me the honors
and be Mrs. O'Neill?
Someone I wish would say yes,
if only I could ask,
if inly I knew for sure,
I'd retire and immediately ask
Someone who makes my day,
and all the days to come,
this someone I pray would say:
In your arms I'm home.
Someone when I hold, my heart almost stops,
someone I vow to protect, till my very last breath.
And who could that someone be,
but my enchanting 2IC.
And why else is my heart to sad,
cause this can only turn out bad.
But only you can still my heart,
you are the answer to my prayers,
this ring was yours from the start,
my love engraved within its layers.
You are my someone,
you are my only one.
Rules be broken,
regulations ignored,
when the heart has spoken,
the question can no longer be adjourned.
Will you be my someone,
will you take my ring,
Samantha if you marry me,
my heart will forever sing.
To Sam
With Love."
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Oh boy, this is worse than I thought, far worse.
I look at the other paper I'm holding in my hands…