When at time you wish the most, for things to be broke. 360 degrees, nothing will be freed. In a circle of trust, things are given to a must. When dishonored, it is sound of sonar. You are to wed by whom you love. Make it right from above. Let this ring fit nice and snug. This is the song to be sung, so make sure the whom you love will be the one, so take this poem and let it guide you, to and from.