She came . . .
to my lonely bed last night
and from a hidden pocket in her robe
she took a ring,
a circle forged of gold,
and whilst I blushed a deep rose-red
she placed it on my finger,
and whilst I wept
she pressed my trembling hand upon her heart
and whispered in my ear,
“My love, my dearest dear,
weep not, for you and I are One.