"Asking one's hand in love is a risk,

The fear of rejection like a rock in your throat,

Your gut wrenched in the vice of the one you admire,

The words could not have been spoken with worse form,

When these words finally find sound, it could be ruinous,

The simple 'no' that comes from her mouth feels like a necklace of razors,

Your eyes water as if gritted with sand,

The want to ask another can take days to do again,

Not wanting that rejection or the hurt that comes with it,

But it is going through and coping with that hurt that can make you grow,"