Diamonds
by Anneliese M. Kvamme
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friendship is to me a precious stone, A diamond of the rarest, whitest kind. Glorious in its splendor, set alone, And strung on gold links softly intertwined. A treasure worn against my bosom's skin Concealed by folds of cotton, silk, or wool, So dear to me I cannot e'en begin To write a sonnet to describe it well. I keep it close, away from eyes that pry, A twinkling secret guarded from the throng, To rise and fall with every breath and sigh, A tactile token savored all day long. As diamonds rare are said to last forever, So we may be, or we may well endeavor. |