Even when it wasn’t there. It was. I could still feel it rapping itself around my finger. I never realised something so beautiful, that meant so much could harm eyes and worse my heart with that one look. With each sparkle I got a ray of hope. As the receiver of this wonderful yet thought provoking present. I was only allowed to love it and not it’s giver for, I had no choice but to decline their love but take his token and love it as I would have loved him. I protected that as if taken away from me it would cause my life to come to an end. My heart and head found it had to believe a tiny ring could cause so much up roar in my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem