Raise a hand, let reflection settle on your finger,
Give him time to notice, catch his eye, let it linger.
Dowsing rods or divination, crystals balls or chance,
Do you leave it now to hope, to fate or happenstance?
Will he pick a jewel to match the colour of your eyes,
One to capture azure glints that scatter from the sky?
Diamond’s depths signify relationships lustration,
Pearl’s opacity mirrors better your frustration.
One whole year you’ve waited, having told him he’s the one
Wasted, if he missed the hint and won’t get this thing done.
Have you been too subtle? Maybe letters ten-fleet high;
Hire an aeroplane to scrawl instructions in the sky.
‘Marry me, you fool!’ are words you’d summon from his mouth
Sometimes it just feels as if your time is running out.
Agony men seem to face when trying to buy ‘The Ring’
Why such mortal terror over such a little thing?
Sulking, you don’t notice when he pulls off your left glove
On a cheering 6-train kneels and dedicates his love,
Presents a small blue box, which you then fumble open.
Slips onto your finger — love’s everlasting token.
Erik Kaisson, 2017