Mirian Parrilla Garcia Poet I do not know?

Diamond In the Rough

I was not born with a silver spoon
Dressed in desiner cloths
Our lived in a fancy high rise in the sky
But iam a diamond in the rough 
One of a king 
There is no other copy
What you see is what you get
A rough out look on life
The raw deals and steals
Yet keeping the shine 
Polishing off the out line layers
Worn and torn years
Waiting to be chosen 
Taken home to be given
As a token of love

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John Rhinem June 10, 2009 at 9:57 PM Well, I bet You are a diamond within the rough~Waiting to someday soon be scooped up by that night in shining armor~And taken to loves castle, where You shall sparkle as the most precious diamond, and reside forevermore....So until then Miriam, keep writing from "Your Heart & Soul"~"Love & Warmth Always To You & Your Loves, John!!:):) Goodnight Princess ~