My Diamond
A penthouse room in the finest hotel,
waiting for him in a long evening gown.
He’ll be here at eight, I know him so well,
dinner for two and a night on the town.
A man of distinction, jewel thief by trade,
tall dark and handsome with masculine hands.
I love this man but the choices I’ve made,
prison was never a part of my plans.
Precisely at eight; a knock at the door,
I let this man in that made my heart freeze.
I smiled as I watched him kneel on the floor,
he offered a box while on bended knees.
A diamond within, my favorite stone;
I’m sure it was stolen, not just a loan.
Bronze trophy winner
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and much love~ Desire~*~
Your poem is beautifully delightful and very clever, too. 
