Wedding Ring

Forty-eight years ago, I slipped a ring on her finger

as she did mine, symbols of our pledge of undying love

She wore her ring even to bed as a reminder of our promises

made on the flower strewn altar before a loving God

She said when she touched her ring, she felt joy

Now I wear her golden ring next to mine

on my little finger, each time they touch

I feel her love given during our life together

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