The night had fallen softly, the garden glowing with warm lights and petals on the grass. A string quartet played in the background, making the moment feel like destiny. And there she was—Taylor, her presence enough to stop the world.

With your heart racing, you handed her a handwritten letter. As she read, her smile grew slowly, her eyes shimmering as she bit her lip, fighting the emotion.

Then, you knelt down. Taylor covered her mouth, surprised, a nervous laugh escaping as her cheeks flushed. Her eyes carried disbelief and absolute certainty all at once.

Taylor, since you came into my life, I understood that destiny isn't always written in distant stars; sometimes it's written in a smile, in a voice that lives on in your memory, in a heartbeat that finds its echo in another.

Today I want to kneel not only to ask for your hand, but to promise you my entire life: to promise you love even in the storm, tenderness in every silence, complicity in every dream.

Taylor…will you marry me?

As lanterns rose into the starry sky, Taylor’s lips trembled. A tear slid down her cheek before she cupped your face and kissed you, pouring her answer into that gesture

When she finally pulled back, she laughed softly through her tears and whispered, voice breaking:

“Yes. Of course.”

The garden, the lights, the music—all of it became witness to a moment that was more than a proposal. It was poetry brought to life.