There are diamonds under the soles of my feet. But I can never find them. They live at the end of my nose. My eyes are blind to see them. Carbon light angels. Unbreakable. Undeniable.
I wear no beautiful diamond to glitter on my finger. For in my life love runs away. She truly doesn't linger. I don't want diamonds anyway.
The ring I wore was silver. Etched with words of love. Love didn't get a chance to stay. Sweet angel dashed off with true love. His other darling lady. The lady poetry. Badly, madly, Tragically sadly! By ladylivvi1