He told her that he loved her.

He poured out his heart to her, begging her to feel the same way.

Down on one knee, he asked that she give him her heart, too.

She said yes.

A/N: This really  doesn't count as a poem, but I didn't feel like it would fit with my short stories. And yes, I know it is a crappy title- there isn't exactly a whole lot to draw from.