Take a close look at it, what do you see?
Just a declaration to the world that I am taken?
Could it be more?
A symbol, a circle? Two ends joined to make a whole?
There are ten thousand tiny scratches on its surface
And a few deeper ones
Each one of them capturing a day’s event
A cricket ball thrown, a flower pruned
A spanner turned, a door opened
A guitar chord changed, a jar opened
A keyboard struck, a door closed
The earth tilled, a child caught
A document shuffled, a child lifted
A hand held…
All together a testament to life. My life with you.
Ten thousand otherwise meaningless occurences etched on its surface
that only have meaning
because I shared them with you.
This particular ring…
…is my ring.
It has become a part of me.
It takes quite some effort to remove it from my finger.
When it is gone you can see that it’s missing
I feel a part of me out of place.
Hold it in your palm it says nothing but me.
Throw it far out in the ocean and it says we’re through
Cherish it right there on my hand and it’s the closest we will ever come to eternity.
This ring I wear.
This ring I wear for you.