A Diamond
Once I held a diamond in my hand,
whose beauty consumed me like a fire.
With every sparkle the flame was fanned,
her every touch stoked my desire.
I was afraid to let her beauty shine,
my lovely diamond I would not share.
So in total darkness I kept her blind,
I shut the door and held her there.
One day I took her out to see the sun,
how she shimmered in those rays of light.
When her moment in the sun was done,
I put her in my pocket and shut it tight.
Somewhere in the night she disappeared,
for I had woke to find my diamond gone.
The day had come that I had feared,
the ray of light was taken from my dawn.
In my heart I allowed jealousy to rule
and let slip through my hands a precious jewel.
11/4/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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