A Diamond In the Pebbles
A diamond in the pebbles
She smiles and talks as a star
to cheer me up when I am low,
Her smiles and talks are my herb
to cure all my pains and ills
She may come from a poor pebble
but a bright diamond among us,
Our home may be thatched cottage
her palace is full of love and peace
Her dresses may be old and torn
but she bears a royal touch
A poor father of that angel,
I pray some one to come down
from heaven to take her hand
and make my dream come true
Copyright © Sakthee Ravichandran | Year Posted 2008
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