She lay bereft of human feeling, deep inside the night,
Her heart lay broken, glittering shards, losing the fight.
Did he ever notice? Did he ever mourn?
Did he ever care for her? will he yet this morn?
Had not her eye cast upon, the ring as still she wept,
Then perhaps this tale could go on, but this is where she leapt.
The sorrow that collided, from this still ring of gold,
Was passed on undecided, to the next of kin and sold.
I have it here within my hand, the cause of her demise,
And i know that without me, her story would not rise.
So here’s to Love, oh parted one, here’s to blessings’ stage,
For once you had a heart, now you are words on a page.
9-27-2006