Turning it this way

Turning it that

Holding it up

Holding it flat

Looking for the tell tale

Spark or glint

Peering closely

With a slight squint

Smiling modestly

When someone else sees

Feeling as tall

As the lofty trees

Knowing his love

Is bigger than the stone

Hugging both to heart

When once more alone

This golden ring

With tiny diamond bright

Was only given

To me last night

But the world of promise

The hopes I hold

Weigh far more than the carats

In this slim band of gold