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Do you ever feel like you should do something because it's beautiful, even though it's stupid?

Maybe a ring could be a relationship,
Everyone knows that.
This ring has been ours.

We made it when we first met,
Not like a metaphor,
We actually made it on a date.

We chose olive wood because it was meaningful,
We wanted it to be meaningful,
Then it broke.

You broke it one day when you weren't thinking,
Not like a metaphor,
You cracked the ring in half.

You brought the pieces, pleading me to fix it,
The process was surprisingly easy,
Then you shattered it.

I wasn't sure if I could fix it this time,
Too many pieces, some were lost.
I'm crafty, not miraculous.

I came up with a way to fix the ring,
A metal core and turquoise stone to fill the holes,
The ring is beautiful.

But it came at a price,
Not just money or time,
A metaphor.

Wood expands, shrinks, and gathers oil
Alive like a relationship.
But steel is cold and dead.

In order to protect the wood I had to use the steel,
In order to protect my heart,
I had to use the steel.

Maybe we shouldn't speak again,
The lifeless ring and lifeless love,
It would be beautiful.

But that would be stupid.

You don't have to wear the ring.