Yearning
Under a blanket of layered dust
Sat a trinket of eternal trust
Still bound in all its glory
A remnant of a woeful story
Oh how the memories did linger
As it sought to find her finger
That’s what it craved the most
To resurrect Ella’s fleeting ghost
Ella was cheated from her love
When the Death grabbed her from up above
Her ring it was taken
Only to be forsaken
How she wished to put it on
To wakeup to the morning dawn
And turn her head and gaze at him
To hold once more her darling Jim
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