Marriage

You ask to see my
Father alone.
This makes me wonder about
Gems and clear stone.
I've dreamed of the day
you got down on one knee.
I've imagined the time
That you take me and flee.
Is today the day
I pick out a white dress?
Is today the day
You open a small chest,
Ask me for
my hand in marriage,
And whisk me away in
Cinderellas' carriage?
You emerge from the room
And smile at me.
Is there something there
That I cannot see?
Oh love, it spirals
In my mind
And now I know that
You're soon to be mine.