Tuesday, March 14, 2017

White Ring

In the midst of a workday,
 I peer down on my ring finger,

N’ notice a sparkling gleam,
 Reflecting a smooth bend of light.

My wedding ring speaks,
 A deeply sentimental story;

One of deep yearning n’ love,
 Of soulmates in continuous reunion.

The whiteness of gold,
 Tells of our love’s purity n’ largess.

The roundness of the ring,
 Tells of smoothness in our bonding.

It’s place on my finger,
 Tells of my special place in your life,

As it gently whispers,
 “Yes, you’ve finally come home”.


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