It was darkest of all the nights,
The moon was in it's thinnest crescent,
Blinds of the north window made waves with the breeze,
Surrounding was so calm the tune of tide and ebb devised music,

This romance of nature developed the mood for our candle light dinner,
My love's face was brighter than ever as,
I didn't say-"I love you",
Instead it was-" Will you marry me?"...