The Meaning of the Wedding Ring

Though intended to profit two

only one is the truest Victor,

guess who

Should it be decided that

muscles reign

then the other knows their plain

Rose-colored lenses

bear the bulk of offenses

Always in defense

giving more than six pence

untll every egg is cracked

and stacked against loneliness

Allowing this charade

any good times begin to fade

The ire stands behind the fire

of a proposed Empire meant for fidelity

What a pity

The picture is clear

while as there is fear

The voice of cheer applauds

and lauds

slaying the pretty

Itty-bitty kitty

Only one pole

has stolen the hole

of the forlorned soul

away from

the next thumb

that comes along

and delivers a wind-song

But, the prettier the ring

one is bound to accept anything

Expect to be a reject

with a defect

Unless a thick skull

finds you in a lull

Placing all of one’s heart

in a revolving glass mart

sets for destruction

minus the input of the other’s construction