Poem by Rachel Fogle
Pacing by the front door, waiting till the clock strikes nine,
So he can ride to the jeweler's and get his Valentine.
The Ring she's always wanted, the one that will make her his wife,
And The Ring that he's been saving for it seems almost half his life.
Before he know's it the clock strike's again, and he races through the front door,
Heading into the wind.
The jeweler smiles at Tommy and waves him on in saying 'I've been exspecting you it's almost half past ten'
Laughing loudly at the jeweler, Tommy politely reply's,
'I'm sorry you see, the fool was me, I was rushing and lost track of the time.'
'No probelm my boy, it's already for you.'
'Your sweetheart was here and made sure we knew'
He paid for The Ring and rushed to her house,
She was waiting when he arrived.
'It's finally time, you will be mine and eventually my bride.'
Still till this day, he relive's the way The Ring she now wear's came about.
It sit's on her hand along with the band that they share along with there love.
They never grow tired of recounting the way's that The Ring has brought it all about.
But, they will alway's share and forever compare there love to the The Ring that never had a doubt.
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