Ring of Joy
Knock on the door, knock knock on the door. If you are right for me, i will answer.
Ring the bell, ring ring the bell. If you were made for me i will run into your arms.
She told this to all of those who asked for her heart and love. Those who knocked
were left with sorrowful minds and a door staring them in the face. She said their
knock proved them impatient and unable to tolerate her pace. Those who rang,
she ran to with hopeful joy, but soon was sent back into her lonesome dome, for
their assumed tolerence for her was thrown aside. Soon knocks went
unanswered and rings ignored. That is, until he came. His patience and drawn
out ring. His stature, composed and relaxed. The ring sounded so promising.
Almost as promising as the words he said as he went to one knee and lifted an
opened box to her. "I have come. Wielding the ring of Joy."
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