A Lost Ring Found
Someone out there is lost without a ring...
That to another one meant everything
Didn't it match? didn't it fit?
It is gone-did it ever exist?
The jewels that lay scattered over the floor
The barehanded people cannot endure...
Of reducing such sentiment
To the lever of littered pavement
Where eyes casting downward must look to see
The intimation deserted lately
Each symbol makes further testimony
In the trial of what was meant to be...
Who found it?
Let me meet the one who knew its meaning
Because I suspect the recovering
Was not fortune-nor coincidence
Nor the just act of Providence
But that one who possesses it in fact
Was the one who I gave to and took it back...
The hope that it meant anything has left
With the article stolen in the theft
But I can't stop searching again...
Than I can believe it never happened
The emotion rests now with conviction
A life sentence of that consecration....
Romeo Della Valle-RDV