The Ring

To Kaylene



There's a little piece of metal in this world, called the ring
Which to a lot of people, means many a different a thing
But when I think of the ring, beautiful and round
It's in the ring that no beginning or end is found
And so it is my love, for the one who wears my ring
My love for her will never end, but is an eternal thing
So if her love for me is the same, then everyone will know
For she will wear that ring of mine, everywhere she will go
And about the circle that the ring makes, I hope she understands
It is not broken, neither is my love, even-though I be in distant lands
But if for some reason she doesn't want the love I have for her
Then the value of the ring will be less than a thin piece of fur
And my love for her will not mean much of anything anymore
My disappointment will be as if in my face was slammed a door
So my love, about the ring, now you ought to understand
That it represents my never-ending love for you that is so grand
For to some it's just a bit of metal, a ring by name and sound
But to me it's a token of a love that is always one eternal round


By Cory Carrier
May 3, 1976


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