If roses were only red
And violates were really blue
Than writing poetry
Would be boring to do.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

A Tale of a Ring

Once upon a time long past
A ring was forged to bind love fast.

Atop a hoop of pure white gold
A rose was set with petals unfold.

At center of the flower
Bloomed a brilliant gem of pure white lure.

It set upon a hand so fine,
A princess, a daughter of hand divine.

Alas the beauty and the ring so fine
Came subject to the rage of time.

Though scratch and nick time did try,
The band held fast with bud held high.

Till children royal to the ring,
Did restore the beauty of the thing.

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