Love is like diomonds shimmering in the light.
A lusta so pure a beatifull and rare sight .
But it can also cut deep like ice
Leaving scars along the way ,we somtimes hide .
But remember we are the diomonds.
We hold the light
A inner radiance we carry inside .

A small sampan boat ,with a man so  very wise .
Crosses a river
With blues and whites that shimmer.
Brilliant diomonds scattered in the sky .
A sea eagle crosses his path ,with feathers so bright.
As time flows gently drifting by .