As precious stones flow in of every hue,
The jeweler selects those that shine brightest,
Gems of a dull complexion wait in queue,
For this man works only with the finest:
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As his tools glide over the crystal surface,
The beauty of nature's art makes one cry;
In spite of such awe, his hands not nervous,
His eyes remain stoic, they remain dry:
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For the most striking diamond can't compare,
To the great elegance of that first jewel,
With which is faceted with utmost care,
For someone else to give, since life is cruel:
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Why does he polish to such a degree,
Something that will never belong to he?
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Shackled Sonnets: A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of sonnets about that which I shall never have. A girl I love, but she loves another. I have only recently been reading and writing poetry because of her, so hopefully, my writing will get better as time goes on. Check back for a new so...
