They labor until they are dirty,
Their eyes accustomed to darkness search for light,
Their dampened spirits search for inspiration,
Their dried throats search for the minerals,
Their panting lungs search for relief,

They turned the earth over & over with a mower,
Until the nave was filled with their cries,
The moments of happiness spilled the cries of astonishment,
It was there, buried in the dirt,
The light of individuality,
It soothed their burned hearts & lightened their eyes,

They brightened this tarnished silver (in dirt),
And auctioned it to their beloved.

He placed the ‘diamond’ in his hands,
The glittering dawned the rainbow over him,
The lights crackled a note of harmony,
This moment of happiness filled the world for him,

He held tightly in his little hands the joy he acquired,
As his eyes went for a stroll,

He didn’t want to open his eyes,
The glittering may be gone,
The harmony may be broken,
The moment of happiness may be lost,

He stared into the lump, it was unfinished.

He cared for the light of his life,
He loved the jewel of his eyes,
He let the gravity weighs itself,
as he charged in his full might,
It became smaller and smaller,
But, it became radiant as the crystal developed its faces,
The designer engraved his design with perfection.

They held tightly in their hands the joy he acquired,
As his eyes awoke wide,
More beautiful than words can describe,
They had engraved the jewel most intricately.

He looked down at the ‘DIAMOND’
It was finished,

He took my hand, and said,
‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?’

How could I refuse such a romantic gesture.