Candy Rings
When I was five, I loved you then,
And you said you loved me too.
A little green ring made of Haribo
Told me you were true.
When I was ten, you told me again,
With a mood ring from the store,
It had little stars and pictures of mars,
And I knew what I had before.
But we parted as we grew,
My unlucky number thirteen,
No token ring, did you bring,
No longer were you keen.
Not to me, but to someone else,
Oh such a terrible thing,
I soon found out, without a doubt,
You had given to her a ring.
Hopeless and ringless I carried on,
Until I was sweet sixteen,
Then unexpectedly you gave to me,
A Haribo ring, sweet and green.
My heart was all of a flutter,
I couldn't have loved you more,
I just couldn't wait, even if it was late,
I hoped this time was for sure.
Soon came time to graduate,
I could be seen, happy eighteen,
Hoping for a ring, a beautiful thing,
So precious with gemstones to gleam.
But when you arrived, I stood surprised,
When a pendant you asked me to wear.
I was so confused, by this peculiar news,
That all I could do was stare.
It was sad to see you leaving me,
As you packed your things and went,
But now, just as then, I surely felt,
A pendant was money poorly spent.
So here I am retelling our tales,
Tales of love and so much more.
Of candy rings and innocent things,
Of youthful promise galore.
Of course, now it is not lost on me,
That we were never to be the only fling,
Ended as soon as a girl started to dream,
Of a the sheen of a gleaming, semi-precious ring.
**For Paula's Contest**
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