Diamond

The jeweler that would fit my diamond, On its new gold crown, Tried to sell me one of his, As he was sitting down... Looking through his eye piece, He would hold it in the light, As it grabbed a ray of sun, And made it twice as bright... He stated that my diamond, Was a beauty yet was flawed, And one he had was crystal clear, Without any marks at all... I gently took my precious stone, To put back in my ear, And told him I was happy , That my diamond wasn’t clear... Because if every ones the same, You know how they will shine, But mines reflect its flaws like flames, So I can tell its mines…