Little Gold Ring

December 25, 2017

As I sit on our humble bed, the wind whispering through the trees,

as the trickle of the rains drops plops through our ceiling,

and into the old steel pot beneath,

I am reminded that we have nothing figured out,

this week you placed a ring on my finger,

adored with gold and diamond,

because you love to give me things I've never had.

You promised me, you would love me forever,

forgive me if that is a lot to swallow.

I am nineteen years old,

and there are still a lot of things I have never experienced.

But beneath all of my imaginings,

of what I will become,

I don't have a problem,

making the picture a little bigger,

So you may fit in there with me.

We will see the cool blue waters of Greece together,

roam the streets of Barcelona drunk out of our minds,

we will visit my familes home town in England,

and your families home town 1,000 miles over,

under the warm Portugese sun.

We will see it all, my dear.

We will experience every last moment on this earth.

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