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
9 comments:
sweet... really happy for you.
beautiful...to me, this as one of your best...Congrats and best wishes Shruthi...
Hey It is wonderful to read and to know.God bless you. I stumbled upon this blog long time back to be amused by your wriings.May the Lord bless you ever more.
Congrats and all the very best Shruths... I am sure you ll always get the best, be it Ring or the man who puts it across.. :)
really nice one
Congrates and wish u all the best
CONGRTS!
A beautiful poem... happened to pass by. Happy that I stopped here... Congrats!
A fellow poet, i love the way you write, sounds warm full of love, happiness. 3 cheers to you :) keep writing
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