This Ring

Just a symbol, a little band they say.
Just a piece of metal with meaning.
Would you say the same of a crown?
But many agree to marriage,
and accept a ring placed around that special finger.
But though many tell of the wonder of love,
Only those who made that step and kept their promises
Would tell you that the ring is heavy.
It is a promise, a burden, a sacrifice.
It is a symbol of one of the deepest of bonds.
And this ring he put here, on my finger,
Laden with so much meaning.
I feel its weight now.
Absentmindedly I play with it,
Slipping it on my ring finger
And off onto my thumb.
Marveling it felt so light and loose when he first put it there.
Now I have to pull to get it to come.
I said yes. I chose him.
But even as hesitation and pain grow,
And not from me,
It feels sticky to my skin and heart.
It was I who hurt him.
I try to make amends,
fearfully, lovingly attempting to heal the breach.
Now this ring reminds me what I've done,
And what I must never do
If he decides to trust me again
And to keep me.
I am bound.
This ring, a symbol.
Of sacrifice.
I gave, and still give, my heart to him.
If necessary, I will give all
To ensure his well being.
And I broke that trust.
I hurt him.
What will he do now?
This ring - 
Once a symbol of his loyalty,
Now a symbol of my love.
This ring bears the weight of life.
Our future together.
In his hands.
And regardless his decision,
The ring he gave to me.
Regardless if he keeps me
Or turns away,
I shall keep this ring.
Forever.
I am bound.