I cried diamonds
when you scratched
my ruby heart,
peered through emerald eyes
when you flashed your
new gem.
I lay awake
on saphere nights
when the moon was opal
and opaquely dull.
You are a mystic topaz
kind of guy
changing as the mood suits,
I shine day or night...
Even when scratched.






You're worthy of much than a scratched diamond.
Cyn 




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