My Ring Poem by Bella Ravenstar

My precious ring
Lies upon my finger
A graceful adornment
A heart with solemn symbols
Yet slender and divine
The loops swoop gently
Caressing softly the lovely heart
Golden leaves firmly hold the heart
Yet my ring shows time
Faithful and true
Yet firm black
Around the strict symbols hath faded
Around the rim
Stratches like wrinkles
Dinks as scars
My ring has kept my secrets dear
Yet many lovely stories silent
My wittness to my woes
My wittness to my darkness past
She hath seen my lovers fled
She saw my aching heart
My broken weary heart
She saw hate like a parasite on my soul
She cried when she say my wrongs
She smiled when she saw my rights
She keeps my sacred moments silent
Although she speaks the same word
Reminding me to choose the right
Now I take heed to her words
So that I may be led to life eternal
Yet she is a ring, but her purpose divine
She always guides me in my forks in life
Leading me to pathway bright
Helping me to resist temptation
She'll always be a welcome friend
Upon her house on my hand
Never to remove a trusted friend
She'll wittness joys
She'll wittness sorrows
She'll aways see my sacred moments
She'll always see my long days
She'll remian till I'm old
Then it shall become an heirloom
For my daughters not yet be
Then they shall know
How precious this ring was to me
Thanks to her I'll see
My one true love
Who waits for me