The Ring - Poem by Farnood Jahangiri
When I put the ring in your frail finger,
Mark my shaking hand despite your steady mien,
And don’t cross your eyes on mine:
They look afraid to death.
This ring is the start to lose affection;
Readiness for the approach of dark riders.
The ring is loyal to only one lord;
We’re not its masters, hide it and destroy.
Our love should start with no ring ‘cause
In your hand, it only betrays passion and
In my hand, it brings harm and fear.
Believe me, not its love, it is not ours.
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