The Ring I wear is representative of two.
But neither does it I, nor it you.
It tie two hearts, two souls, two lives
Then consider home haven and I protect my wife ?
Call it a ring or what you may
as on this bed, alone I lay.
She sought wine, a gun.
Dined a last time.
But few words I swear,
Dear; “All memory I have of you is this ring I wear.”
Aye, all these times, I was but a fool
to really think
the Ring I wore was representative of two.
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