The ring

A pale gold ring,
sits upon her finger,
the gem glinting in the sun,
her hand do small and delicate,
slowly cradles the tiny ring.

A promise of our love,
a promise of our kiss,
a small token that means so much,
a small smile that lights me up.

I thought of you,
for my life,
the ring to keep my hand holding yours,
the ring to keep our love a secret,
yet tell the world.