A piece of metal

This piece of metal
That I put on, and take off,
Every morning and every night
A symbol of love’s eternal tides

Would it mean as much to me
Had life not asked us this?
To be in love apart
To bear the cold stare of the abyss of times

Faith—
When you first make your way towards it—
Feels fickle and weak
A precipice you possess the folly to step into

But faith—when it has built its nest in your heart—
Is solid ground
Is falling into the arms of earth, nurturing and abundant
Is rising anew, no matter that and how you fell

I share a life with you—Without sharing a space
You are my home—Even when you're not home
I am in love with you—Lest my humble soul had never known love
I will love you after time has ended, even if I don’t know how—or when