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What a Ring Says

I used to embellish her hand,
Sustain its glow - yet
Not a costly ring,
Not embedded in gold.

I remember her friend's eyes
as he searched the shop,
And content; once he found
the perfect gift - Me!

Her cheeks turned red,
The darkest of all red,
His smile glorified me,
Her kiss sanctified my being.

She gave unsuspecting care,
Carried me along like a child,
Talked, caressed, laughed,
I found the beauty of being alive!

I am left in disarray now,
Without her, nights are longer,
I feel her pulse; still resound,
Along with her goodbye.

Her friend sleeps beside me,
A wave of dreams torment us,
Dreams of our wondrous days
with the one we both loved!

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  1. Vandana Sharma13 May 2014 at 21:17

    A tale of beautiful love, sacrifice and friendship. Beautiful write.

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