Diamonds were made under pressure
Weather you or I made them,
in the end their something to treasure
For their hard made lives break NEVER
Hard falls may be endeavors
Yet they never surrendered
For their name is of a defender
Their strong, and beautiful at the same time,
Some say it's hard to find
They relate to us in a kind of way
We were never clayed into being beautiful or strong,
But we were beautiful, and strong all along
For our creator made us the type of beautiful, and strong,
That's life long
this is a poem about how Diamonds relate to us humans, hope you like it.