The End

Some may say the beginning

As the light, beckoning at the tunnel’s end
  Thoughts of you encourage my existence.
As the flame upon my candle of life burns brighter
  So do the memories of our love enhance my perseverance.

As the moon chases the sun across the heavens
  My mind pursues the means to return to you.
As minute follows second and hour follows minute
  So do all my thoughts revolve upon my memories of we two.

As sure as all men are born but one day to die
  I have in my being but one purpose unto life.
As to the heavens we lift our hearts in prayer
  So do I ask you once more “Will you be my wife?”