My proposal to my wife went like this:

About 1 month before I asked her parents for their permission - I'm an old fashion guy and always respect the elders. So they were thrilled of me asking for their daughter's hand in marriage.

So I planned this camping trip in a cabin. But that night it thunderstormed like nuts. Next morning we went hiking and mountain biking. I wrote a poem for her and we got to this one point on our ride where there was a bridge made of rocks across a little stream. We started to go across it and I pulled the poem out of my backpack.

As I got to the end of the poem I got down on one knee and pulled out the ring - almost falling into the stream too! Of course she said yes.

When we got back to our cabin the dozen red roses showed up at the door that I called in about 1 week before to have delivered at that exact time Then we went to Baltimore to celebrate and eat dinner.

I wish I kept a copy of the poem.