My Guitar
Once my family arrived home from a camping trip, my mom said to me that the package I had wanted had finally come in the mail. My dad opened it and gave it to me. The small, black, left-handed acoustic guitar was given to me, and my face lit up. This was all that I could have ever wanted. I knew not of any idea how to play the piece of wood, but it was a beautiful instrument that I would pursue my passion of music with. Through time, I grew better and better at playing guitar. Now, I can not imagine a day without it.
A gift that only comes once and is more important than anything
My purity ring
It sits on my finger but seems to be alive
A constant reminder of the vow that (I pray) shall never die
Until that very day
When I get whisked away
To have some form of "happy ever after" of my own
But that's hardly the point here.
It's the vow I made
To stay pure
Until the day
Where the one I love
Live hand in hand
Forevermore
