When I was first married, my ring was shiny and new. Shimmering the promise and vows that I made to you. As life went on and as it took it toll, my ring began to get scratched up and old. Never the less our love remained tempered and true, and the scratches became memories of obstacles we’d gone through. A connecting line, a circle,a knot, its a symbol, not easily forgot. Close to my heart, a very serious thing. My wife means to me what she does because of the scratches on my ring.