Precious Stone
A queen’s devotion for her men
Was rewarded many times again,
They quested for precious things
with endurance like emeralds,
Prisms of green light, or rubies
Red honor guards, and malachites,
The pureness of diamonds that
Broke down the strength of light.
How you shine when you smile,
Natural pearls cannot know
Your gift, your sweet and open heart,
Worth its weight in silver and gold.
My tired, travelled hope, so low,
Is rising now, from the unknown
Healing like the tiger’s eye, passion
Spins for you, my precious stone.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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