Six dollars....for my wedding ring,
People wonder, people cringe.
"It doesn't matter" is what they say,
But what they mean, is "not my way".
One day, I might want some bling,
But how does vanity, play into love?
Six dollars...it's from the mall,
It's light and wooden, in fact...there's no weight at all.
I'm not a queen, I need no treasures,
But I am rich, beyond measures.
My greatest pleasures,
Come from him, not a ring, not a rock.
Six dollars...it's so akward,
It's barely tangible, and it might break,
But things do break, things need fixing.
I hope my marriage, is like this ring,
Sometimes it needs work, it needs replacing.
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