It’s not something to take lightly,
These 10 grams of gold
Encircling my third finger on my left hand.
One gram for each digit.
It’s a weight that feels solid,
It’s no trinket picked up on a side-street
Meant to declare a persona.
It’s no charmed gilded cage,
Suffocating, restricting, controlling.
it’s a reminder of you,
Every minute of every day,
Of a love that’s secure,
Without artifice, threats or lies.
It’s our treasure to share,
Our investment to protect.
Rust, don’t you settle here.