Diamonds are Rare

A tongue as sharp as a blade;
Her thoughts spilling out
The instant it was made;
She’ll regret it right
When it’s too late.

Often  misunderstood,
And called naïve;
She’s blunt and impolite,
And yet I still find
Her, beautiful in my eyes.

Every word is like
A breath of fresh air,
And people just can’t
Be anything like her;
What you see,
Is what you’ll get.

And I desperately hope,
No one will turn her
Angles into curves;
A smile instead of words;
Let her stay this way.

Don’t you worry,
Don’t you change;
Diamonds are rare,
And I’m so lucky to have found,
Something as precious
As you are.


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