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True love is much better than diamonds and emeralds It is far more beautiful than a garden full of natural flowers . You promised to love each other for as long as you both live,
She has flowers in her Golden wheat hair. Her limbs are tree branches, With leaves at her fingertips. Her eyes are brilliant stars; Her face glows with warm sunlight.
Her eyes were like diamonds, glassy and sharp. They pierced into the souls of whomever came her way. They were the reason he wanted her so badly. He felt a longing, a pull, that he could not explain.
〰 I Am that Real 〰 I am the element in the steel of these heels; the strength in this metal when it's chilled. A woman with so much determination and will, because titanium flows freely through my organs and cells.
Love cannot be bought. I would not love you if you gave me riches beyond my imagination. I don't want emeralds, diamonds, or gold. I would give up everything I have for one, perfect Ruby.
At first I thought you were diamond embedded And then I saw how imperfectly you were created You willow crying like you lost perfection And some of us see your little perfect complexions
Flowers and tree begin to bloom, Finally getting out of the winter blues. My dog runs around the backyard, Always keeping our house on guard.
You cant stop me baby You can't hold me back I'm flying, seeing stars not dying feeling for once I'm shinning being bright no hiding this is life. Baby
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Flawless: Adjective, Definition: Perfect I am flawless, flawless like a diamond. I am the Diamond. A diamond? yes. a diamond.
I am a Diamond, Not a pearl, sapphire or crystal. I was created from tons of heat and pressure From this a beauty came about admiration by everyone I AM FLAWLESS.
He got depressed The pain had got the best Of him and his mind No one knew of his distress Because he was the best At hiding things He chose the blade and then gently caressed
The sky is so bright but there is no sun Balls lost from sight in the light leave you on the run Searching for the ball as the missing piece to a puzzle hours go by in only seconds of action
The clean cut edges, The smoothness of each base, Every corner better than the next, Perfectly polished, Standing in awe of its grandness, The happiness melts in, First, Second, Third,
Deal me in Jack is counting, One, two, three. Leaning back, Rythmic laughing pulling at the bones. Tick Tock. Ring the bells.
Tear ducts have rusted, Oxidized for too long. A speck of water remains, Unabashed by nature’s ways. A diamond presents itself. To marvel at its beauty is ignorant, To marvel through its beauty is luck.