Joyful

I've been following you for so long that I've pretty much figured out your timetable. Thursday activities are known to me by 4 p.m.



Although I know it's spooky, I can't help it.



What response would God have if an angel were to wander the earth?



I grin together with you when I see you smile because your lovely face radiates this beam of joy onto me.



I want to continue having that sensation throughout my life.

Whoever gave you the name Joy realized that as long as I had you, I have Joy, and my happiness will never fade.



I'm sorry that the only thing I managed to say to you on the day I summoned the guts to speak to you was, "Hi."



I grinned as I drove home because I believed that was sufficient. But I've come to the conclusion that without you in my life, nothing is enough or complete.



They say life is brief, so I want you for the remainder of my days.



I'll spend the rest of my life regretting not having the chance to make you mine if I should ultimately choose someone else. But I didn't give it my all.



So, Joy, do you want to get married to me?