Not with me; think of you too much.
A tiny ring; it you so condemns.
Even in death your pretentious,
Hurting me; dying this way such.
Is it a poisonous ring to touch?
A gem given not generous.
Without thought of reverence,
To your memory, not a crutch.
Only a ring, such evil brings,
Only a ring; inside me stings.
A ring he made a promise to —
Love me for all time; it sings.
Yet into my brain it’s screwed,
Saw you kissing her by the yew.
At your grave; asking ring keep too.
In death hold; you I never knew.
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