Black Opal
Your mood was as black as the opal
Your eyes sparked of the fire of red and green
One of the rarest stones on the planet
The most rare is what you are to me
Words can’t express the intensity
The impact this precious stone evolves
The knowledge you’re my own beauty
*Silicone, hydrogen, oxygen are not involved
I would wear you close to my body
On a chain resting on my chest
Let the warmth of those black moods
Keep me smiling as you lay there at rest
If I was a rich man a ring I would buy
Made of this precious composition
For you to wear, so that people can see
You’re precious, though of a moody disposition
*Black Opal
The brilliant play of colour, or "fire," in these dark gems, along with their relative scarcity, causes them to be worth over $2300 per carat.
Composition of a Black Opal: Silicon, Hydrogen, Oxygen | Market Value: $2,355 per carat.
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