Your Rings

The rings you wore on your finger Are now placed inside a very small box Hidden away inside my dresser drawer Hoping that someday they will be forgot. They are the rings I had placed on your finger Then after that, I took you by the hand You were going to my woman forever And also forever, I would be your man. So I swore to all I would wear your ring And I did that with a happiness and a pride But then you took my rings off of your finger Then inside my heart, a part of me just died. As when I looked up, upon our table I saw your rings and there they just lied Abandoned too, they were just like me And if they had tears I know they too would of cried. So I took our rings and placed them together Inside my dresser drawer inside a small box So they can be together, for their forever And from each other they will never be lost. Randy L. McClave