The Ring - Poem by Amiegbereta Edwin
Precious and comely it is
A symbol of bond and seal
The ring, a shift of status
Not the ones kings and princes wear,
A thought as i behold the ring
The roses are fair and comely
With stains of pride and lust
Will the rose be willing to wash them of?
I paused and looked at myself
more stains and lust i saw
Will i be willing to wash them off?
looking at this vase,
who then will wear the ring
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