My Ring
It's watching the storm roll in, the thunder noiseless to the sound of her heart beat. It's watching her dance across the frozen platform, oblivious to the flames, but entwined in the heat. The music fading away to only the beauty in her eyes, mixed with innocence though vile. Taking her pain as your own, but welcoming the hurt as long as it's you that makes her smile. The late night phone calls, that last till the sun comes up, not wanting to say goodbye. It's finding the truth of commitment, when she's lying, allowing her to lie. It's walking across the world at the drop of a hat without ever questioning or ever asking why. It's going behind My Gods back when he refuses her the stars, and stealing them for her from the night sky. Finally it's spending eternity in hell burning if that what it takes for her to reside in the heavens above. Knowing that even if she doesn't love you, no matter what, you would still do anything for Love..... With that the poem ends, and my question stands unasked and will until I'm down on one knee. Your so beautiful, I want you to be my Bonnie, my June and my Penguin, so until it's on your finger, accept this as my ring.
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