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
Short and sweet.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful, heart-felt poem...oh how it touched my heart! :)
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