Rare…,
that is what you are.
Lighting up yourself,
you draw everyone towards you.
When the miner found you,
amidst rocks and dust.
He kisses you to say,
you’ll never feel the ground anymore.
For the rich,
you are a possession.
For the poor,
a mere dream.
You see peoples emotions,
when you are in their fingers.
You hear romantic kisses,
when you are in their ears.
I see you in the dark,
where i see no one else.
Moving free in air,
with invisible wings.
Diamond! the luckiest,
of all gems.
The most precious,
of all gems.