M57

When,
If,
I propose to somebody one day,
I’ll just point a telescope,
At M57,

Say “Take a look,
Through the eyepiece,
Tell me,
What do you see?”,

“A ring!”,
She’ll claim,

“Yes,
A cold, discarded shell from a long-extinguished star,
Set free,
In a single moment of explosion”,

“So tell me”,
I’ll ask,
“What do you say?”

“I do!”,
She’ll say.

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