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The Ring

Unconditional love is rare. Truly loving another person means being supportive of them - even when their life is in turmoil,

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sara

Date:

06 August 2006

Author:

Kristie

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The Ring

She walks alone
waiting for him to return
everyone wonders why she just can't see
She is waiting by a door that will never open
A sun that will never rise
But they never saw the love she did in his eyes
They talk to each other now through their dreams
She remembers the day he gave her that beautiful ring
And the day that she gives up
on the door that supposedly will never open
is the day she returns the ring to him
While he is lying in a coffin
Being lowered into the sand
With all their hopes, dreams, and memories
Locked on one woman's hand.

-Kristie -

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