The Ring

Its sparkles like the night sky, pitch black.
And all the silver shining stars around it.
It’s as special as a solar eclipse every sixty years,
It’s as fragile as wedding vows,
It needs a figure hang onto the rest of the day and every night,
It represents love but sometimes it represents hate,
Most of the time represents friendship,
It’s not just a ring,
It tells a story of its past while focusing on the future.