Poetry, Relationships

Diamonds

December 3, 2010

I am silver,
blemished and bent.
You are the uncut diamond,
waiting to be formed
into a ring
when I am finally polished,
made pure,
and am able to carry your light.

This, my love,
is the reason that we fight.

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1 Comment

  • Reply Andrea December 5, 2010 at 7:09 pm

    This poem really speaks to me. Wow.

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