There was an air of scintillating romance and under the starry sky they stood.
She: Can I ask you something?
This is a question which all men dread, standing ovations are welcome...
He: Sure sweetheart, go ahead.
She: Do you really love me?
He: (Phew! I was wondering what she would ask.)
Yes, of course. You are my favourite wife.
P. S. : No prizes for guessing what happened after she regained consciousness...