The Sun

can't ever shine brighter

than the diamond he placed on my finger

so cold but so full of warmth

the calloused tips of his fingers brush my soft skin

as the smooth metal glides to its place on my left hand

and as the peach coloured rays peek over the tall pines

we welcome the gleaming dawn

and move forward with our new beginning

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