The diamond ring resting in the safety of his right palm.
Her favourite blood crimson daisies clutched gently by his left hand.
The three words on the tip of his tongue waiting to give away.
His knees so ready to touch the ground.
His heart filled with guts but jitters too.
But all in vain,
For her finger already had ring put on it
and her lips spoke of someone else's name.
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MUSE
PoetryHighest ranking : #45 in poetry "Muse" is just a short compilation of my writings which if you may like to can regard as poems and proses. This is a work of pure fiction, names and places used are completely fictional. (It may contain amateur wri...
