I've only the finest jewelry in my box -
Pure gold, with my birthstone,
A real emerald,
That shares color with my eyes.
Green crystals may be pretty,
But nothing compares
To the sun reflecting emeralds into my lenses.

Today I wore my favorite outfit:
Blue boot-cut jeans,
Oxford striped shirt tucked in
With a shiny black - and - silver belt.  
To top it off,
I layer a blazer-style black cardigan,
Adorn some pure-silver jewelry,
And ******* 4" heeled black sandals.
They say I look modest and matronly...
But that's my personality, after all.
Only the best, care for everyone.

I got home and sat under a tree,
Pondering life in all its wonders.
"You need a boyfriend," he told me.
Stupid.
I need food, water, air...
And God.
He stares at me, saying I'll be a cat lady.
That's not true.
Just like my jewelry,
That I save up for
To get exactly what I want,
I'm saving my heart.
I won't settle for a cheap crystal -
I don't want the unpolished metal
Of a player,
Or the dull color
Of someone unintelligent.

No.

I'll wait.
I'll save.
And in the end,
It will all work together -
We will be the perfect match,
Yes - we may fight,
And cry,
And hurt,
But we will polish our metal
And shine our stones
And shine brighter than ever.

So, until then,
I'll get ready
And pray he's doing the same.

Because this will be amazing
And is bound to blow minds.