The forging of a ring, oh such a small, delicate, blissful thing.
From a pattern weld of hard, rough steel, a round is formed, a shape appears.
Coarse at first, ugly to start, hammered into beauty with precision from his heart.
Made for a reason, thought of for a purpose, to last through the ages, to express what he's felt from the pages.
Punched in the center, and formed to size, this beautiful shape becomes more alive.
With files and sanding the colors come from within, the love he knows starts to sky.
The time and the effort, the labor was no cost. This precious he made was worth all he lost.
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