Not a Diamond Than Love
With a flowing mane of a raven black
hair
His blue burning eyes
Burning deep into her vein
Twice and more he had come to her
He had open his sag of diamonds
Diamond and jewelries of the sun
Poured at her feet for a show of his passion
Tears of the moon gathered in his eyes
Yet she turns her back in pains and tears
Again in tears of genuine passion
He told her his longing for her
He'd promised riches and Glory
"Take all and me" he said
Hitherto she turned from him
The diamonds and jewlries left to lay
They lay on the grass and become flowers
As she refused and turn from him
Turning with hate and love
Love so burning in her veins
For she could only stick to her price of love
Years had passed before he came the last time
Yet again with bags of gifts
Gifts so rich he had poured at her feet
This time he spoke love to her
Shimmering tears that could only be wiped with her hair
She wept sour and in deep bitterness
"It is now too late" my proud Prince
For she now pledged her life for another
Her price was love and never
Never a bag of diamond than love.
©Michael Edison
18/5/016 @10:26am
Copyright © Michael Edison | Year Posted 2016
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