The light captures the rings beauty,
sparkling even through the night.
Three bands form to one,
they promise me always.
The ring compliments the red of my nails,
shining even brighter.
The ring silences rage,
reminding me to have faith.
It lies in a drawer of velvet,
made to protect its beauty.
The ring radiates my happiness,
one glance and you can see.
The gold of the band,
and silver of the hearts,
form into one.
A shadow beneath the ring,
forms upon my finger,
designating its eternal place.
A sunset is not as beautiful as this,
nor a blooming rose.
"I promise you," lies upon it,
you can not read it,
but it is there.
The ring matches my earrings,
though entirely unattended,
I am glad.
It was given to me on Valentines Day,
is that cliche?
The meaning was not.
Each day is better with the ring,
a symbol of my love.
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