June 25, 2009
I.
Precious stones and diamonds
In a pouch in my pocket
All different but all the same
In the way that I cherish them
And they bring me
A special kind of peace.
I take them out and
Set them on the table
I pick out the one
That brings me the most bliss
I hold tight for a while
Then back in the pouch
They all go.
II.
Shine and glow
With all your shades
I love them all.
III.
Sweet guardian angel
Are you looking on
My dear protector?
I feel your presence
In all forms you take.
IV.
Light shines when I look
Into the eyes of the purple stone
She is the one I like best.
The purple stone gleams
It gives off sparks
Just like the girl’s smile.
V.
I remember the smile
Especially as I grip
In my palm my favorite jewel.
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