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The Ring
A simple gift
yet one so full
of meaning and belief
placed around my neck
with hopes and loving dreams
placed there by my loving friend
as I stared out at the sky
the light streamed in warming the room
as inwardly I cried
I cried for that moment
but you would never see
the love that I held for you
grew ever, ever deep
I cried for what I could not have
and what could never be
I cried for the loss
of those feelings within me
There is not a day goes by
when I reflect on that day
or when you greeted me
in your special way
I read the words you wrote to me
and smile all the same
and gently rub the ring I wear
while whispering your name
yet one so full
of meaning and belief
placed around my neck
with hopes and loving dreams
placed there by my loving friend
as I stared out at the sky
the light streamed in warming the room
as inwardly I cried
I cried for that moment
but you would never see
the love that I held for you
grew ever, ever deep
I cried for what I could not have
and what could never be
I cried for the loss
of those feelings within me
There is not a day goes by
when I reflect on that day
or when you greeted me
in your special way
I read the words you wrote to me
and smile all the same
and gently rub the ring I wear
while whispering your name
Published 27th Sep 2015
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28th Sep 2015 8:10pm
I particularly like these lines:
" I cried for what I could not have
and what could never be
I cried for the loss
of those feelings within me"
It's as if you cry for both the unattainability of this love as well as the fade of desire.
"and gently rub the ring I wear
while whispering your name"
Excellent concluding lines with the desire to conjure her back into your arms. Excellent work Scot!
" I cried for what I could not have
and what could never be
I cried for the loss
of those feelings within me"
It's as if you cry for both the unattainability of this love as well as the fade of desire.
"and gently rub the ring I wear
while whispering your name"
Excellent concluding lines with the desire to conjure her back into your arms. Excellent work Scot!
