she said i’d have a ring of sweet grass picked from the meadow, rather than jewels adorned

or gemstones so rare

i’ll  take an emerald covenant over steely diamonds any day 

and i demand the time you make, not what you can spare

because if you think love can be bought, or that i’m interested in being your second thought   

i’m afraid, my dear, that you don’t understand a hearts way

📷 google

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