Turning it this way
Turning it that
Holding it up
Holding it flat
Looking for the telltale
Spark or glint
Peering closely
With a slight squint
Smiling modestly
When someone else sees
Feeling as tall
As the lofty trees
Knowing his love
Is bigger than the stone
Hugging both to heart
When once more alone
This golden ring
With tiny diamond bright
Was only given
To me last night
But the world of promise
The hopes I hold
Weigh far more than the carats
In this slim band of gold
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