Sense Sonnet - Acher

Hand Me Down

I came from the far Asian lands
To London to House of Garrard,
Made beautiful by craftsmen hands.
The multi carat sapphire starred.
I was chosen to be the one
The royal bride to be would wear,
And many years later, her son,
So as to let his mother share
In his time of engagement joy,
Gifted me to his future bride.
The prince had been but just a boy
When his mother had sadly died.

No matter on whose hand I swing,
I am ever Diana's ring.