Diamond rings come in French, Portuguese, British cuts.
They are brilliant, marquise, round, emerald, sometimes pear.
Half-moon, rhomboid, princess, radiant, heart, oval cuts.
One thing for sure, when you see one, love is in the air.
I have had many diamond rings in my day, upgraded mine too.
From round to Asscher to cushion to a brilliant radiant diamond blue.
My husband thinks it is hilarious that I like to keep upgrading my ring.
But he did not give me any choice when he bought it, is the real thing.
He took his mother, who I love dearly, but our tastes are not the same.
I really wish he had let me in on it, and let me have some say in that game.
The ring does not matter truthfully, it is the man you gain in the end.
And if you can do it, please make his mother your very best friend.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XV
IF you pull a long long aching face
Thinking this's it the end of my heyday
STOP think again stretch not an oval face
To look rhomboid rubarb in triangular tray
If you pulled a long winding road face
And looped it round a rail-road cross-way
And pulled it through its empty space
You'd likely see many holes in your driveway
If you pulled a long battered face
Some might say that's in no way okay
A battered look looks not long in the face
Others that's alright who cares anyway
Yet if you pulled a long soft lean face
It could tear open some part of the way
Leaving strands of matted hair in its place
Stuff the skull to stop what it might say
So if you must pull your worn-out long face
Thinking what good there be beyond Milky Way
Slam not the door on our teeny-weeny space
Around which star must we ride in chained galley
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 11, 2019
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