You know not what is to be held true
And no words are available to tell you
That the clean, sharp, precise cut that you are
Is the rarest of all the lands

Not one to dangle from a chain
Or garnish on a hilt
Not one to be hid away
But one to be on display

In the case I'll take you
Where ever I go
To show you off, but not to gloat
My shining diamond for now and for long