Ring

Part of five, they are part of one 'Hand' they call, two like same I belong to the left side. Ring finger owns me as I'm the ring. Round of silver,plain,perfectly fit Lofty, for being a part of him I shine, not my born gift Rather, my existence lies with him. I am the moon, for he is the sun. His light makes me lit and my light makes them turn Gives hope to change their plight. I feel each of his beat Precious, as it should last forever. I feel changes in his heat Infrequently, as soft in temper. Seen him switch cries to smiles A solace for broken souls. Has travelled life for miles. A beautification, in memory my role. He thinks and enjoys splendid Smile bound by mesmirization Grace brimming, flooded Touch carries divinization. Being something to him,someone with Essence inecense and soft as rose I am grateful and thankful for being 'THE RING OF THE LORD'