Spinning the Ring

I sat on that old black leather couch, alone,
My fingers absently playing with that velvet box,
Eyes mesmerized by that big company name
As my stomach and heart twisted into strong knots.

You left an hour ago, you needed to run to the store
I watched you go after a soft kiss, my heart pounding loud,
It was then, as I saw you leave, that I knew for sure
That my future was with you; a tear rolled down my cheek without a sound.

You came back sooner than I thought, barely enough time for me to miss you completely
And yet, I yearned to have you by my side,
To look into your eyes as I made that decision, though I still made it easily;
And as you entered the room, that box I immediately had to hide.

I took you out that night to a beautiful, secluded, intimate place
Where we could be alone under the sunset, eyes reaching for that colorful horizon;
I never took my eyes off you as I began to pace,
You asked what was wrong, why I was restless, I reached, shakily, into my pocket for the diamond.

You watched me warily, not realizing what I was doing until
I dropped to one knee before you, box upraised in my hand,
You stared wide-eyed as I repeated the words that had been drifting through my mind,
Asking you to be with me, as my wife, as my eyes watched you where you were standing.

You looked from the ring to my eyes then back again,
Taking it gingerly from that small, little box
Spinning the ring betwixt your soft fingers, then
Staring at me for a long moment, an answer you never talked.

We spent hours there, in that secluded area,
Looking into the eyes of the other's, never speaking,
You spinning the ring as I flipped the cover of that container
Awaiting for a word to spill past those soft pink lips, answering me.