In trembling gears and stammered words,
A stuttering soul, absurd and absurd,
I stand before you, nerves aflame,
A broken machine, love's fragile game.
With whirring cogs and gears askew,
I beg your heart to join with mine, too.
Will you, fair man, take my hand,
And walk the path, through life's shifting sand?
If not, then bind me to that cross,
Crucify this heart, with love's great loss.
For in your presence, I find release,
A chance to mend, find inner peace.
So speak, dear one, with gentle grace,
Will you marry me or grant me embrace?
In your answer, my fate does lie,
Love's desperate plea, lest I should die.
