Ring Of Love

Ring Of Love ballad

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If diamonds grew on a tree
I will climb the highest mountain
To get you a solitaire
If you know my darling
How much that little spark means to me

The moment we planning for
Your bare finger waiting to be ringed
That perfect circle of love
And the spark that lights from within
When before the world, we make our vows
The ring says everything

Each night I look up at the stars,
Those little diamonds in the sky
I wish one would fall into my hands
To give that ring some light

When the Church bell rings
And you walk in through the aisle
Your bare fingers you gift to me
With a simple flawless smile
Like that little piece of carbon
That captured a spark of light

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