Am  living
Just to hate my living

And a man once said to a woman:

Make me your love,
a jewel in your collarbone,
some earrings of gold
in your earlobes, or
precious diamonds
in your fingers.

So I may be exposed.
Shown to the world,
as you wear me daily.

And the woman replied to him:

to be diamonds you must first be coal
then undergo
a lot of pressure

to be jewels
you must be ready
to experience
a change of mental and physical state

one that'll prepare you
to be
the kind of jewel
that I
would wear

She turns words into
Heartfelt emotions,
She fills your thoughts with
Visions sublime,

She is the kindest soul
One will ever meet,
She shares herself,
With everyone,
One,

Divine,

Poetic rhyme

At

A

Time.

By Lady R.F ©2016