'I Didn't See a Ring on Her Finger'
©Written, Produced, and Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC
Phoenix, Arizona ℗ CosmicCrusaderMusic.com (BMI/ASCAP)
I Didn't See a Ring on Her Finger Lyrics
Verse 1
Met her under New York’s silver glow
City lights dancing soft and low
She wore silk like a secret not yet told
Eyes like stories dipped in gold
She said, “You write, don’t you, love?”
I laughed and said, “More than enough”
She leaned in close, her voice a dare
“Then write of my hands, if you even care.”
Pre-Chorus
I said, “Don’t tempt me with the fire you bring…”
She smiled slow, like sin with wings
Chorus
I didn’t see a ring on her finger
But something told me I should’ve lingered
Her hands spoke more than lips could say
They held me there, then slipped away
I didn’t see a ring on her finger…
But God, I still remember
Verse 2
Her fingers, long like winter’s breath
Her nails, red flames flirting with death
She touched my cheek, I couldn’t speak
The night got loud and I felt weak
Her palm held M’s like twisted roads
Two fates carved in soft skin’s code
Each vein a map I couldn’t read
But followed anyway in need
Pre-Chorus
She traced my scars like she already knew
And I let her, like the lost often do
Chorus
I didn’t see a ring on her finger
But my soul felt like a stinger
Her touch was warm, but left me cold
Like dancing ghosts in ballroom gold
I didn’t see a ring on her finger…
But I still feel her linger
Verse 3
She smelled like roses and midnight skin
A bloom of sin wrapped up in grin
I kissed her hand, my truth unspoke
And in that kiss, I nearly broke
No name, no trace, no promise made
Just shadows where we once had laid
But her hands, oh, they still remain
Etched in me like summer rain
Bridge
I never asked where she belonged
She never stayed, but I played along
Sometimes love don’t leave a scar
It just hums in you from afar
Outro
I didn’t see a ring on her finger…
But I wear her touch like winter
Some things you hold, some things you miss
But I still bleed from that one kiss
The song, 'I Didn't See a Ring on Her Finger', came from this poem I wrote.
Her Hands
Her hands, pale as moonlight’s hush,
Soft as whispers, smooth to touch.
Fingers long, like verses spun,
A story told in skin and sun.
Painted red, her nails burned bright,
Like embers dancing in the night.
Each tendon moved, a silent song,
A symphony both sure and strong.
I held them close, I traced the seams,
The lines that carried all her dreams.
An "M" was etched upon her skin,
A secret map, a fate within.
Against my cheek, they rested warm,
A gentle pulse, a calming storm.
Perfumed trails that lingered sweet,
A scent of silk, of love discreet.
I kissed her hand, my lips caressed,
A fleeting touch, my heart confessed.
And in that moment, time stood still,
Her hands had bound me to her will.
