One Ring Poem Novels & Stories

I’d аѕkеd mу mother hоw ѕhе knew thіѕ wаѕ mу fаvоurіtе poem, аnd she told mе she would аlwауѕ ѕtор tо rеаd іt, whеnеvеr ѕhе vеnturеd into mу rооm, аnd thаt words ѕо beautiful deserved tо be рrеѕеntеd іn a way thаt mаtсhеd іtѕ beauty. It was thе most special gіft I’d еvеn bееn gіvеn until now. I ѕаt ѕtаrіng аt the inscription. “It’ѕ реrfесt.” I choked back thе tears аѕ Jоеl рlасеd thе rіng back оn mу fіngеr, ѕеаlіng іt wіth аnоthеr kiss.

What I don't know is the reason why it causes such a disgusting torment in my chest, as if my heart is being crushed hard. “So with this ring, I want to believe that you know something: what little I need to give, I will give you all. You are my main genuine romance.— My hands shake when I hear that line, and for unknown reasons I don't understand, my vision centers around my left ring finger. Out of nowhere, I have the inclination that something is missing there, on that finger, on that hand. —I am a memory, an inadequate memory, an adolescence wounded with age when I am without you. I am an unpainted craftsman, the deal that everyone breaks, when I'm without you.—

Seeing the stubborn yet desolate look in my eyes, he finally released me. I wiped away my useless tears and turned to leave. But after just a few steps, I heard Ella's wounded voice call out. "Wait. Give me the ring on your finger." I stopped in my tracks, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the ring on my finger. This was a Hartley family heirloom Lance gave me after I took that knife for him. Back then, I lay in the ER, covered in blood. Even the doctors said there was no hope for me. Lance pushed past everyone into the ER, fell to his knees in front of me, and cried out my name.

Diamonds and sapphires adorned its surface, capturing the moonlight and scattering it into a thousand shimmering fragments. I held the ring delicately, its weight a reminder of the commitment and love it symbolized. As I slipped it onto Prince Simon’s finger, the silver seemed to come alive, embracing him like a second skin. The sparkle in his eyes intensified, a reflection of the profound emotions that surged within his heart. “May this ring be a token of my love and devotion,” I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness. “May it remind you, always, of the strength and bond we share.”

Not sure if you know this 🎵🎶 But when we first met I got so nervous I couldn't speak In that very moment I found the one and My life had found its missing piece 🎶🎵🎶 So as long as I live I love you Will have and hold you You look so beautiful in white And from now 'til my very last breath This day I'll cherish You look so beautiful in white Tonight🎶🎵🎶 What we have is timeless🎶🎵 My love is endless And with this ring I Say to the world You're my every reason You're all that I believe in With all my heart I mean every word🎶🎵🎶 So as long as I live I love you Will have and hold you You look so beautiful in white And from now 'til my very last breath This day I'll cherish You look so b

"Hmm," I hummed, contemplating for a moment. "Actually, there is an issue. Everything was going perfectly, and your surprise exceeded my expectations. But here's my concern: why did you buy such an extravagant ring? This isn't even our wedding ring, and I dare you to suggest that our wedding rings will be even more expensive than this," I playfully threatened him. I am aware that I have a penchant for luxurious things, but the ring holds great significance to me. It symbolizes eternal love. I desire a simple ring to wear in public, one that proudly signifies that it was given to me by the man I adore and who adores me in return.

She takes it with shaky fingers before nodding almost to herself. "With this ring, I use the circle as a symbol of our eternal commitment. A circle is never-ending, and I hope our mutual respect for one another will continue. I give this ring as a symbolic reminder of the promises we've made here today," she whispers almost as quietly as I whispered my words. She takes my hand, slipping the cool gold band down the finger I never envisioned would hold a ring of commitment.

I was even surprised when Ali and I went to the coupled rings. "Hey, what's that?" "Coupled ring. It's like we're wearing something. You're about to enter the university again and even though I'm with you, I still want you to have a ring so that anytime someone approaches your men and sees that we have a coupled ring, avoid it immediately they," Ali replied. "What if they don't go away?" "I'll just beat you up. You can, eh!" I lightly punched his arm. "It's crazy!" We chose a simple ring. It was white gold with an infinity design and we even put our names on it. 'Ember' on Ali's ring, while 'Alistair' is on mine.

After seeing Clement and his parents off with Mom and Dad, I rubbed my tired eyes. Before going to bed, I checked my phone and came across a new post from Celine. Her posts were only visible to me. The photograph captured two intertwined hands, each with a custom ring on their ring finger. The caption read, "Jay put it on me—slipped it on my finger himself. I'm over the moon!" I had spent almost half a year designing those rings. They were one of a kind, and he had given them to Celine without the slightest concern for me.

There was only one thing in focus. That ring. And the truth it was carrying.