Shall I compare thee to a sparkling diamond?
For thou bringeth attraction and lust for possession
And in the wave of heat we burrow through the heart,
Sometimes to be heart broken- or cry in palpable joy.
And when rocks do cast lust upon our being-
Death matters less to the joy you bring,
For you are a priceless possession
Who some are ready to place a price upon.
© Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke 23rd of July, 2013