My Silver Ring

I saw that lass who took my silver ring

But I never wanted to sing

The same old lyrics to let her bring

That minute but my priciest thing

After decades old, since she took in spring

To my heart, it still suffers an aching sting

The moment when I hear its ting

And my mind, still wish to wear it like a king

 “A ring is a halo on your finger”- Douglas Coupland