The Ring

I looked at the diamond You placed upon my hand And looked at how it was enclosed Within a golden band. I thought to myself Of what it really means And how it came from your heart A very complex thing. The diamond had many, many cuts, One for every month we loved, The brilliance of its shine, That had once been rough. Then I looked closer At the diamond set in gold And noticed it was a heart For me to have and hold. I did not see a single flaw, Not even one or two For when you love someone, You know your heart is true. I looked at the setting, Which held it tightly in its place, And saw a small set of hands, In which to keep it safe. I looked at the band of gold, And stared at it for a while, And saw that it was perfect In size and depth and time. There was not a scratch upon it Nor a breaking point It only signified to me, The love that’s in your heart. I took it off for just a time, And glanced inside the band, And saw the words, “forever true” Forever, love your man.