He was anxious, depressed, having waited
So long for her answer and contemplated
Did she decide it was him she hated?
Then his desires would never be sated.
Was that the phone he heard ring?
His heart leapt at the thought.
His pocket still held the thing.
That’s the way he was taught.
All the stories, the romance of books
To ask the big question, wait for her look
He read you should ask, then wait
If she said yes, you could set a date.
But the phone was silent and still
Should have shown her the ring
Before asking if she will
Some people do, it’s the current thing.
He started fretting, walking, then pacing
She can’t just ignore me
He thought, his heart racing.
Even if no, could it possibly be.
His attraction for her was mistaken
Maybe she wasn’t the love of his life
The question, the ring he had taken
All this in his mind, causing much strife.
His question for her was still pending
Call me, he begged, his torture not ending.
He’s in a quandary, could it be true?
And finally, at last, she answers ” I do”.
The Bag Lady 
I love the pace of this poem especially when you had the line about the man pacing and then it began to pick up so that the nervous feel of the man was mimicked perfectly in the words themselves.
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Thank you so much!
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