If I should give you a prize, my woman, <br />what would you ask of me? <br /> <br />Rings for your fingers, gems for your hair, perfumes from Araby. <br />Or two white horses to draw your carriage down to the moonlit sea? <br />Such things, my lover, women hold precious, symbols for all to see, <br />but one thing only I ask of you and the cost is ever free. <br />To love me only, seeking no other, in endless fidelity. <br />Nay, that is the thing my dearest woman, I cannot give to thee. <br />Gems for your hair and rings for your fingers <br />but never constancy.<br /><br />Adnan T. Jundi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rings-for-her-fingers/
