THE ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove--
Worn with life's care, love yet was love.
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A simple, yet meaningful representation on love. Love is not always wine and rose, or sunshine and moonlight. Sometimes, the true measure of love in its tenacity. True love, like pure gold, can be worn down by life, but never changes its real form. One of my favourite poems on love.