Eternal Ring

A poem about a material item that is appreciate for more than what it is.

The eye of a Princess.
Mysterious.
Curious.
Divine.
The way it looks at me smiling.
Its liquid sun trapped inside,
rapidly bouncing off the walls.
As the thousand angles dance along the edge.
Burning Sparks.
The flat mystic icy top enchanted with love.
My heart force its way towards it,
as I slide
the thin Rim of Love onto the binding flesh with an aura that screams forever.
The sheer reflection.
The redness of my heart is seen through my skin,
as my mind flies towards heaven.
Sadly my heaven cannot follow me.
But I captured a piece of the intense world,
into my crystal.
As I watch it become my crystal’s soul,
and gave it the gift to see.
To open up its eye and shine its kiss on me.

When I am lost,
it comes to find me,
Darkness captures my heart
as it search for an escape.
Heaven sent it to save me.
That unmistakable shine, always find my heart.

I am never alone.