She got the ring on Christmas eve,
by Dawn Leigh
The ring that you had orginally bought for me.
One hundred roses for how many days that you loved her,
Yet, I never had any flowers to remember.
Her smile was as perfect as the morning sun,
My smile showed that I was the heart-broken one.
The tears that she cried, you wiped dry with your sleeve,
When seeing mine, you just left me to weep.
My vases remain empty,
My finger, forever bare,
My tears are now an acean,
Yet, my smile is still here.