A diamond 14-carat ring,

A carved drop of perfection

Worth more than

Any ordinary man

Can hope to possess,

Is merely a thing

Worn on your finger.

Not long ago it seemed

There were days

When it meant something else,

Days when we

Were young and free

And blindly in love

But somehow

Those days are gone

Now this symbol

Of our eternal bliss

Isn't anything but this

If anything, it's nothing

But a ring.