The Proposition

Wordsmith,

Words are my tools.

I craft letters from letters

And you decipher my meaning

I mean,  what's more

beautiful?

The fact I can craft art

You're so smart

From words

How can I depart, you from my soul?

I'm told, I don't express myself well..

Well well well

I excel, in taking the road less traveled

You follow my bread crumbs

I think,

That's a more admirable skill.

Miss future wife

It ain't right that life would keep us apart,

But I'll mark

This as a testament to the strength of our love.