The Ring
The Ring
The love between two
Seal with a Band of Gold
To be secure and strong,
With the blessings of all,
The instant symbol of marriage
Is the Ring…
The beginning or end is hard to find.
Right or wrong within the ring will be pardoned.
It will be hardened even if it’s right out of the ring.
It’s a thorn on a finger.
For a pair, who is always in anger,
For those who hold love in their hearts,
Till death they do part,
It’s the same blessed thing.
The Golden Wedding Ring…
Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu
Copyright © Tiny Sahabandu | Year Posted 2023
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