Rings For Her Fingers
If I should give you a prize, my woman,
by Adnan T. Jundi
what would you ask of me?
Rings for your fingers, gems for your hair, perfumes from Araby.
Or two white horses to draw your carriage down to the moonlit sea?
Such things, my lover, women hold precious, symbols for all to see,
but one thing only I ask of you and the cost is ever free.
To love me only, seeking no other, in endless fidelity.
Nay, that is the thing my dearest woman, I cannot give to thee.
Gems for your hair and rings for your fingers
but never constancy.