Band of silver, Love of soul

When you lost your band of silver
I could hear your shattered heart
your eyes of hazel wept so
I knew you were torn apart.

So I held you for a moment
And when the crying did not stop
I searched the world over
To cease those crystal colored drops.

Somehow you found your strength then
The tears they had a break
You’ve endured so very much before
But this was more then you could take.

So I held you once again
As I held you once before
‘clear the despair in your eyes’ I plea
‘for something means much more.’

‘It rests upon your neck
Silent as your breath
Right above your heart it lives
With a phrase so stronger then death’

‘Da Boz; Property of Simba’
I read with upturned lips
Then I knew I’d soothed you
The sadness momentarily eclipsed

Still your heavy burden
Still you feel you’re partly bare
And despite these insecure feelings
All I can think of is how you care.

‘Call her on the phone’
I say with sudden thought
‘Perhaps there’s a place still un-searched
Your band of silver perhaps now caught.’

So you call her on the phone
The lady whom shelters hounds
And to your beautiful relief
Your band of silver has indeed been found.

Joy replaces despair now
Happy tears I see you shed
You turn to me, a big bright smile
And we embrace within our bed.

But if again you loose your band of silver
If again you feel partly dead
Remember what I told you
For we need nothing to be wed…

Save our love.

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Yesterday, on Thursday, I had what was quite possibly the worst scare I’ve had my whole life. Coming home from my moms after helping her with grocery shopping, I noticed the ring speedocub had gotten me, matching his own to signify our union, was missing from my left hand. Granted I’m sure there are scarier things to endure, but I can’t recall feeling so horror struck since the time I accidentally dropped my Siberian hamster from his place on a dresser onto a hard linoleum floor. Fortunately he was fine, and lived a long healthy life afterward, but I thought for sure I’d killed him! One of my biggest fears for this to happen, I kept playing in my mind the possible fates of the ring, from being lost down a drain, thrown in the trash, and even lost in a free box at a garage sale.

Safe to say, I was absolutely heartbroken.

Fortunately through it all, Simba was kind, understanding, comforting, and as ever loving and assured me it’d be okay, whatever happened. Not that I doubted he ever would be, since I played this situation in my head a few times already, but all the same, it helped ease the worry and pain of it. What also helped was he told me to him, the necklaces we wear, also matching, with little hearts that say ‘property of…’ mean far more to him.

I chose this picture to do for speedocub several days before this all happened, and ironically, it was the first to focus BOTH on the rings and the hearts we wear. So it fits that it should in some way be associated with this whole fiasco that indeed, had a happy ending…

For later that evening, Mom found my ring in one of the many reusable grocery bags she has.