The Ring

 

The ring

Represents the love

Like love being fog

In a bottle

That has cracks in it

But the fog never clears

The ring has the magic of love in it

She wears one

And he too wears one

To prove externally

They wait together for the internal

That it to waits to conquer

And they too may be happy

Knowing, no one else does, and

No one else understands

That the ring

Is pure