The Ring

It was meant for friendship and love, a vow that cannot be undone. Around my neck it brings memories good and bad, through the day's living happy or sad. Not worn for failure or an excuse to move on, taking it off, all my efforts will be gone. Yet I wear it still in my dark days with hope, Dedication, compassion, understanding are embedded with this yoke. I can't give up now even as we're apart, doing so will mean I never loved you from the start. For better for worse, for rich or for poorer, till death do us part, this ring I wear with all of my heart.