The Wedding Ring...

Once upon a time there was a man. This man would rise from slumber as the curve of the great day-light peaked above the eastern horizon. He would peck the forehead of the One he loved before heading off to participate in a round of competative sport.

One day, the man set off--as he was accustomed to doing--looking forward to another morning of splendid exercise. The sport was a fast paced, high action meeting of sweaty exertion. When the soaked gathering parted ways, the man ventured home feeling quite refreshed.

He pittled around the house waiting for the One he loved to arise from her slumber. As he pittled, he stopped with a start and stared down at the third finger of his left hand... The cherished symbol of his glorious union to the One he loved was not where it should be.

Immediately his mind flashed back to his pre-sport preparation in which he removed the symbol of his union to prevent any sporting participants from being bloodied. His mind recalled stringing it to his possessions intending to return it to its proper resting place on the third finger of his left hand once the sport had reached its conclusion.

This intended action was never taken--meaning that the belov-ed symbol of his union to the On he loved went missing.

It is gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Immediately upon realization, the man gently aroused his sleeping beauty to inform her of the dreadful news. She took the news solemnly, knowing the torment raging within the man's essential organs. She beautied herself--which did not take long for her natural beauty was like that of a blossoming lily standing beside a glimmering pool of cool water all awash in the morning sun-- and the man and woman returned to the scene of the disappearance.

The ironic thing about the location is that it was also where the One he loved spent her days, instructing the youth of the city challenging their minds, developing our future. The man had responsibilities to attend to, so he left the one he loved to search out the location of the disappeared symbol of their union.

As he carried out his day, he impatiently awaited signal of a found symbol, but none came.

And to this moment, the man waits with bated breath. Unable to concentrate on tasks set before him in fear that the symbol of his union with the one he loved--loves all the more in lgiht of the situation at hand--will be lost forever...