PRECIOUS
She's wearing the eye of the the tiger.
She supports the heavy weight of the world upon her finger,
Third finger left hand.
The lingering ring,
an annoying thing.
She demands nothing more or less.
It had to be a decent one,
she's really rather fussy,
she didn't want no crap.
She wanted diamonds,
Made only out of ice,
Wanted no commitment,
Dangling around her ears,
She danced around and danced some more,
Been similar for years.
Now the dust has settled down upon the sands of time,
She loves you and you alone,
as written down in rhyme.
(C) Livvi