I wrote a new poem. Please let me know what you think.
It is one thing to cling to hope
Lying forlorn upon your bed
With ring free fingers, vows unsaid,
Soul mateless, and alone;
Prisoner of longing unfulfilled,
Yet holding on to hope.
Tis quite another so to lie
When ring and stone adorn your hand,
Now in much-yearned-for promise land
Your soul still stands alone;
Prisoner of longing unfulfilled,
A prisoner without hope.
anafricandiva 
Awesome!
Very Deep and has lots of meaning attached to it too. Depends on where u r coming from…
Yes indeed…