The round shape that hung on to my ring finger
It was beautiful yet hard,
unique yet strong
The hand that was devoid of any form of adornment before
now had one of the most beautiful stones that earth could produce.
I was definitely awed by its beauty and preciousness,
But when I first saw and felt it,
It wasn’t the value of the stone that I wished for,
But a prayer to have all its attributes in my life forward
The voyage, with my soulmate
Yes, I want it to be beautiful
Hard to break the bond,
a unique relationship that surpasses time
I looked at the little piece of jewellery,
The round shape that hung on to my ring finger,
The hand now held by my mate,
Promising to be with me throughout the journey called life
