Walking through the woods, not sure where we're going.
Trying to remember, "Where was the river flowing?"
I lead you by your hand,
going through this wooded strand.
Thoughts go racing through my mind,
What answer would I dare to find?
Will you rejoice?
Will I be your choice?
Will you recoil?
Will your stomach roil?
Mine sure does,
With butterflies abuzz.
The box in my pocket,
My heart feels like a rocket.
Still plotting what I'll say,
As we search for the bay.
Walking through the woods, not sure where we're going.
Trying to remember, "Where was the river flowing?"
About the Creator
Nicholaus Brownlee
As one could tell from the fact I am here, I am an aspiring writer. I hope to one day publish a book I am writing, and writing here is great practice!
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