He gave to me a ring inscribed:
“My first and only true...”
‘Twas so, until I held the next,
It’s vow said: “Only you."
The third began to ring unclear
with “Stephanie,” his “one true dear,”
and then the fourth, when icy pressed,
between embittered fallen breasts:
“Truelove will always love you best!”
Now see the fifth, another gold...
His gleaming eyes…
It’s getting old...