As when the glass was blown apon
To when the mor'in dawns
You prayed apon the alter swords
And laid you hand in oath and swore
Lay weeping
weeping and heart sore
To all that see's nothing was there
And walk away
To heavens saints and have no fear
A moment, a pause, a pluse we pray
but at last not dropp a tear
Away it cried and fell apart
When the rings broke and tore
But this fair warning they will give
Not much can be more
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A thousand rings can fall down and break but your unique and special heart remains intact since the rings can easily be replaced but never your heart! Amazing write! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with more of your poignant and touching poems! God Bless You for always! Love and Peace forever! Romeo from New York City....