THE THREE-HEARTED RING

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On a warm day,
When the sun shone bright and golden,
She bought me a ring,
A Golden Ring...
As if she knew, my fingers-
Would stop growing.

In a chilly store,
Where the air blew icy and cold,
I found the ring,
The Three-Hearted Ring...
As if it was made, slender and thin-
Just for me.

With a happy heart,
Where two more lived,
I told her that-
The Big Middle Heart
Belonged to him.
Expected her to pout and complain,
But she didn't defy.

Then came the conflict!!
Two hearts left...
One small and perfect; another-
Small and squashed.
"Isn't my heart beautiful",I asked-
Myself.
"But isn't hers more broad and beautiful",
My inner self whispered.

Countless childish arguments later,
Came the conclusion.
He and she has beautiful hearts...
Broad hearts...
Selfless hearts...
That makes me smile, and
Brim with joy!!
That puts me first
Before everything else.
He is my father.
She is my mother.
Now I love them both,
With my little squashed heart.