I have not the eye for worldly things,
I promise thee, thy wealth mean nothing.
But dare I say, I love those rings,
The kind, men put on women who mean something.
I have not the eye for the house and the cars,
I esteem not money a need to cherish,
But dare I say, I hate those scars,
The one’s that girls wear from relationships that perish.
I have not the eye for the riches and gold,
I take no joy in such a shimmery, shiny thing,
But dare I say, I love thee to hold,
My heart, my life, my precious ring