You were my Gem in the Trough,
Possessing all the traits I longed.
You know your innate qualities
However they didn’t spare you
A second chance
For they thought
You were just another chunk of ruby.
Too bad they weren’t born
A connoisseur of diamonds like me.
With one glance, I know your 4C’s:
39 carats in excellent cut that strikes my fancy,
Predominantly red, flawless in its clarity.
Now that I have you in my Gallery
You’re now secured,
Under extreme security;
Complete with booby traps
To thwart heists relentlessly.
You were my Red Diamond,
The rarest of all the precious stones.
The crème de la crème:
The strongest and finest of them all.