Diamonds Are Not Forever
The hardest mineral hung around her neck,
you sat drinking cocktails on a polished deck;
the ghost stood in the corner, just couldn't afford
to keep up with adornments from my sweet lord.
He wished that he could have 'bought' her time,
but knew it would be a mountain to climb;
now a rich apparition could expect little return,
although these greedy humans have much to learn.
Perhaps if he wrapped a fortune around her arm,
she would respond to his magic and ethereal charm,
then look over her shoulder but no one was there,
only us spirits had the time to stand and stare.
He sighed when he knew she could never be his bride,
but things may be different when she came to 'the other side.'
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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