Swarovski is my couturier
And my interior designer.
Swarovski adds sparkle to my life
And stirs my Gypsy blood.

I have all that I can afford
To hang and wear and light my rooms.
I envy the Manhattan New Years ball
And the million-dollar Christmas tree.

But I’m alright with what I have,
As long as there is sun.
Without Old Sol the magic dies
And leaves just useless quartz.

Swarovski is my guiding light -
A mentor to my soul.
If I can sparkle like that glass
I’ll know my world is whole.
ljm