One day you called me, you looked at me and you kissed me
On my finger a ring you placed and I felt the queen of the universe
But every day I went up the stairs in the park and with another I saw you
I saw a ring like mine placed on your finger
I felt like dying, the pain of losing a great love, it hurts in my soul
A few days later I found out that many rings you gave
Black rings like your soul, black chains that mistreat
That for you they were worth nothing, black rings that as chains caught us
You are a mirage of a perfect man, the truth is you are worthless.
thanks for the poem @anasuleidy