I used to love to count the rings on your fingers
Each came with a story and stayed on your fingers through it all
Your engagement ring was my favorite, star colored band and a diamond so glistening the angels were jealous
Sometimes if I close my eyes and imagine hard enough I can remember your smile reflecting off the pool of diamond
The day the ring left your finger even the angels cried out in pain
The ring ceased to be surrounded by the magic it used to
The band turned to a dull silver and the diamond lost its shine
The ring I used to believe was more beautiful than life itself no longer shines
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
I used to love to count the rings on your fingers
Each came with a story and stayed on your fingers through it all
Your engagement ring was my favorite, star colored band and a diamond so glistening the angels were jealous
Sometimes if I close my eyes and imagine hard enough I can remember your smile reflecting off the pool of diamond
The day the ring left your finger even the angels cried out in pain
The ring ceased to be surrounded by the magic it used to
The band turned to a dull silver and the diamond lost its shine
The ring I used to believe was more beautiful than life itself no longer shines
