The Diamond

The Diamond

Once I saw a diamond sparkling in the deepest dark.

She gleams awesomely and glows gorgeously,

Come suddenly then a misty cloud blocking my eyes,

I just can’t see through to grab her sparkling lumen.

Why should it be?

Why can’t I be?

Answers I demand.

Can’t I have this diamond for mine very own?

Even only her blue white sparkling lumen,

Or green sometimes to calm my anxious heart down.

Not the feel of hers being to touch the palm o’ my hands I need,

Just her sparkling colours of magnificent should be my satisfaction.

Found out yet she’s belonged to one won’t share.

I‘d’ve been blind thinking he should let go off his very hand.

I my self should do nothing but likely in equal deed,

If I hold this very diamond in my bare hand upon my very name,

For none should resist nor let go off the precious o’ such graceful diamond.