By Anita-Charlotte Okpeolou
It is solid clear with no hidden passages.
I am holding on to the pureness of my heart.
It has no color, no red of the roses it's made from;
No blood, no flesh, just the simple mirror of love.
It is firm but breathes with a sensation of beauty.
I lay it in the palm of my hands and it beats of passion;
of an unbreakable motion that continues in a rhythm.
It sings the music of my essence with perfect absolute.
The breeze of life caresses the purpose of its emotion.
I'm inspired; not only by love but by the glory of life.
I couldn't help to watch myself dancing in its mirror.
Looking at my curves to appreciate my innate beauty.
Touching my skin with the back of my hand
to taste the silk.
My heart is a diamond,
shaped not to ever break from a fall.
It flairs my senses with beautiful thoughts;
like the smell of the flower garden of creation.
Diamond, not stone; beautiful like the stars in my eyes
every time I think of you.
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