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
hypnotise
And match the beauty
of her eyes
Then to compliment 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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