I'm a vulpine soul, floating free in the sky.
Touching the rays of the sun,
mean one day you'll sear and die.
Unless an earthbound bun,
grabs the string.
My silver keeps be tied to life,
she's a place to rest my wings.
Mercury needs a stable vial,
to stay shiny, slick, and new.
Crystal hearts like hers,
are among the blessed few.
The gem I want to shape herself,
against my jeweler's bench.
Whatever form she'll choose to take,
I keep her with content.
And at the center of my world I'll lock her great marquis.
No other shape can take her place;
the jewel who sculpted me.
...and another three.
After all...
A wedding ring is nothing,
without a stunning piece.
My argent jewel outshines the star,
for which my fingers used to reach.
May she light my life forever;
she makes my life complete.
Happy Anniversary,
my sterling ring...
