We are just rings, small and simple.
But we know what love feels like.
We felt it in the warmth of your hands
the first time you slid us on.
Your fingers shook as if the moment
was too big to hold,
and yet, you did it anyway.
We heard your promises-not loud,
but steady, like a heartbeat.
Words like "forever" and "always"
sat quietly in the metal we are made of,
and we have carried them ever since.

We were there when life felt easy,
when your laughter spilled freely,
and your hands reached for each other
without a second thought.
We were there in the mornings,
when the world was quiet,
and all that mattered was the way
you whispered good morning,
like it was the first time you'd said it.
We were there in the small gestures,
when your hand would rest on theirs,
not because you needed to,
but because you wanted to.

But we were also there when it got hard.
When your voices rose,
and your hands didn't reach for each other.
When the space between you felt heavier
than anything we could hold.
We felt the strain, the distance,
but we stayed, silently hoping
you would find your way back.
And when you did, we held tighter,
not because we could fix it,
but because we believed in what you built.

We've been scratched and dulled,
not by neglect, but by life.
Each mark is a story,
each groove a moment we've held.
We don't shine like we used to,
but we don't need to.
Our purpose was never in being perfect;
it was in being with you, always.
Through the laughter, through the tears,
through the days that felt endless
and the ones that ended too soon.

We are just rings,
but we know love better than most.
We've felt its weight and its beauty,
its fragility and its strength.
We have held you,
and in turn, you have held us.
And even when time wears us thin,
we will still carry your story-
a quiet, unbreakable promise.

-❤