The ring that carries the diamond sparkle,
Catching the fancy of your eyes like a gazelle;
The gem throws a spectrum of colours,
The royal prism of fancy shimmers;

The edge they say is like a rapier’s sword,
The colour I know is as pure as your soul;
Divine is it’s presence in your maiden finger,
Diamond on you attains a new colour;

If only I ever could adorn your finger,
I would love to be a diamond forever.