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About This Poem
Ring on my foot
Oh my feet are cold I grumbled as I sat upon the floor
Head upon his lap as I hear him quietly snore
I looked upon his face as though seeing for the first time
Worries, not a trace, cant say the same of mine
Asked myself the question, is this face i want to see
Each morning as i wake up will this pleasure me
Thought of all his good deeds, the way he takes control
In an emergency,not by half measures but by whole
Wonder if i turn around, put my feet on his chest
They will get warmer, shall i put it to the test
So i did, not a pretty site, sitting on my bum with feet looking white
Slowly he rubbed them ,put them next to his body for heat
So the answer to my question, is yes i think i can
Wake up each morning, looking at this man
Now i am laughing because when he rubbed my feet, I can see he
Placed a ring upon them , now he is asking to marry me.
Any man that can put up with feet this cold must love me so
Of course I said Yes he was the one for me, but God called him home.
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