WITH THIS RING

Such a small thing, a ring.
Delicate as a promise,
yet just as strong.

A circle with neither end nor beginning,
continuous as the seasons,
constant, enduring.

An embrace in gold,
bowed like lips in a blown kiss
it winks in sunlight.

Round as a wheel rim
spinning on my finger
as we set out on this road together.

A metal nought,
reminder that life without you
would be zero.

A thought bubble
filled with our dreams,
gilding them with hope.

A tunnel, holding within it
the echo of our vows,
a gleaming affirmation

of all we said, or left unsaid
but whispered with our hearts