Just a few weeks ago, I hardly knew
The wonderful person that is you.
It's strange that the beautiful fruit
Is hidden by the tree, colors made mute
Behind veils of green and thin stems.
I regret not having seen you behind them.
So it is to this end that I propose
Through my rhyming words; poetry, not prose.
I've finally asked for money, permission,
Now I must take the final step of my mission:
The question I ask you, Stephanie...
Would you like to go to Prom with me?
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