The most precious rings I've got
Where bought on sale
Before then I had already a full box
Of the most precious jewelry
That most girls could only dream of
But the two rings I got
As my role of life, out of order
After married and engaged
From him they came.
Still so precious they were
no matter how much paid
or how valuable its material
They came from him
And there they are,
on my eye sight,
Every now and then staring at me
My precious jewelry box, I rarely seek
But, the two rings, His name they call
Why? Maybe won't be answered,
as for long he has being gone...
Dream, fantasy or pure love
Wondering for ALL.
My two precious rings,
One for each purpose,
Long called irretrievable broken.
Irony or destiny
made of them now a PAIR.
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