This useless piece of gold upon my hand
This metal worth about a hundred pounds
It's nothing but a trivial wedding band
That sits upon my finger and surrounds
My time on earth, my life and all my dreams,
My energy, my love and heaven knows
It calms a worried heart and silent screams
And shows the answers that I never chose.
Of course it's true it's just a piece of gold
But it's more prized than all else here on earth
Some useless metal, never to be sold,
A priceless jewel beloved more than it's worth.
For when I glimpse my hand I think of you,
And your gold band upon your finger too.
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