There are many promisies in this little thing known as a ring. Falling like the rays of the sun, the faith in one. Over many the years, long past are all the tears, from all the age old fears. So steadfast he remained grounded. Even when I may have sounded many calls of "freedom". For long lasting marriages are not a "walk in the park". But in truth, many times, walks in the dark. It is in this concept, of the ring, that makes it such a precious thing.
Reason for writing:
My 29th Anniversary is tomorrow.
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