Romance Poem: The Ring on My Left Finger, by Devin Jennings

There’s a ring on my left finger,
My father questioned it when he saw it,
“The left ring finger is for marriage”,
I remember him saying.

Of course I knew that,
But since when did I care about meanings?

But as I stare,
At the ring on my left finger,
I begin to see things,
I never noticed before.

I notice the leaves are engraved,
Some deeper than others,
Some are filled in,
While others are just an outline.

I notice the love,
The love that went into picking this ring,
The love that went into creating this ring,
And the love that my partner feels for me.

It’s just a ring,
Isn’t it?

It’s a ring, on my left finger,
And I like it there,
Would I ever change it?
And what would replace it.

Perhaps a ring of gold,
With gems studded on top,
Or intricate lines carved all around,
With initials hidden inside.

What would I give in return,
If I were to receive that ring of gold?

A ring of silver, purple, and blue,
A ring with diamonds, or opals, whatever they prefer,
I’d give a ring that expressed my love,
And a ring that matched the gold of my own.
For now, my own ring is silver,
But I hope that is to change.

In a few years time,
I’ll have that moment.

The time will come,
I’m sure it will,
But for now I just stare,
At the ring on my left finger