There's Nothing On My Finger Poem by david lessard

There is nothing on my finger,
To say that I am yours;
Nothing to indicate love,
That's closed its final doors.

The ring was just a symbol,
Of a once, united pair;
Now the barren skin looks odd,
It tells me, we did not care.

God hates a divorce,
It's written in His book;
If you don't believe me,
I suggest you take a look.

Now only grace will save us,
Let's ask to be forgiven;
Let's pray for better days,
And not by pride, be driven.

The band of gold is gone,
An echo of the past;
And so we face the future,
To seek a love that lasts.

A symbol of a bond,
An expensive, little ring;
Now that symbol's dead,
Such a fragile, tender thing!