Blissful blinks of lights at

Arc de Triomphe.

Wrapped in winter’s charm in an

unfamiliar city, hospitality of an invitation.

A shadow caught her attention,

swamped street but saw only one,

as he drew near.

Trembles in fear as he came to the light.

Grasped by relief as she ran into

his arms.

The night was still young,

he smiled softly as she glared

at his face with curiosity.

Pulled her as they

strolled hand-in-hand.

She whispers “petit ami” (boyfriend) as he went deaf.

At Louvre their footsteps made noise.

Looked into

her eyes as his one knee

met the ground,

his hand dived into his pocket as

he redeemed a diamond ring.

“Veux-tu m”épouser?” (Will you marry me?) escaped

from his lips.

Engulfed in

excitement “oui” (yes!) as she wore

it and he welled up as they osculated.

With the moon bearing witness.

By: Nissi Lunga 🖤🔥