I'd love to melt her ring with mine
In some bright fire. Metals mix,
And fuse, alloy, and intertwine,
So as to meld her ring with mine.
But heat won't weld without due time
(Though proper heat, at last, will fix
Her love, and smelt one ring to mine).
In certain fires, right metals mix.
Survivor Poetry Contest
Form R (Triolet, mostly)