In the depths of caverns
Lining the walls with
Drips and drops
Of the world’s most natural
Wonders.
Shining strongly
Where nobody can see.
Hoping and praying to catch
The sun’s bright light
And reflect its beauty upon those
Who wish to gaze.
Waiting, for an adventurer
To stumble upon their hidden value—
Their kindness to share
Their untouched soul.
They don’t need makeup
Or to wear a cute outfit
Just their organic self—
To reveal the organic self
Of the one who holds it
In their palm.
Colors of the sky
Live inside it.
The rough ridges of its surface
Could resemble a rock—
But, although in the same family
They are a far distant cousin.
Once discovered
And brought to the surface,
They can achieve their purpose—
Making its way to the flesh
And skin
That will tarnish the band
That holds it firmly towards
The universe.
A whirlwind of pleasure for all
Who gaze upon it.
A timeless treasure
From the underworld.
A symbol recognized by all,
Like a handshake
Or a smile.
A symbol of love, new beginnings
And promise—
My little friend on my finger.
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