This is my guess on what I will feel like when I am to ask a Lady to marry me.

About a widow who lost her husband to his hobbies.

A matrimonial quotable composition.

It maybe a catch of imperfection, but it is to build an ever great association.

Two genes now compose a lipid, in hopes of building another life’s feed.

It is not too late to back out yet- until the minister has pronounced the two as husband and wife.

Marriage of the body with the soul, and the throbbing sense of a deep bonding with an invisible groom.