In the window he saw the ring
The
perfect one, a beautiful thing
The
most perfect symbol for her
At
its centre a Ceylon sapphire
A
gem to beguile and hypnotize
And
match the beauty of her eyes
Then
to complement its glow
Around
it sits a diamond halo
Light
playing on its heavenly guise
Like
the sparkling of her eyes
All
set in a stylist platinum band
Which
he could picture on her hand
And
pictured himself on one knee
So,
he could say “please marry me”
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