Yearning

Under a blanket of layered dust Sat a trinket of eternal trust Still bound in all its glory A remnant of a woeful story Oh how the memories did linger As it sought to find her finger That’s what it craved the most To resurrect Ella’s fleeting ghost Ella was cheated from her love When the Death grabbed her from up above Her ring it was taken Only to be forsaken How she wished to put it on To wakeup to the morning dawn And turn her head and gaze at him To hold once more her darling Jim