You
wrapped
a constellation
around my finger;
in harmony,
told me
that
you loved me.
Now,
we wear
our wedding rings
molded out of
comets,
meteorites,
and asteroids
-- fragile enough
to accommodate
our fingers
but,
strong enough
to
ablated, choose
to
fall
down
to
Earth.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
You
wrapped
a constellation
around my finger;
in harmony,
told me
that
you loved me.
Now,
we wear
our wedding rings
molded out of
comets,
meteorites,
and asteroids
-- fragile enough
to accommodate
our fingers
but,
strong enough
to
ablated, choose
to
fall
down
to
Earth.
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