Like a diamond,
friendship shimmers a fine light,
gives you the whole spectrum of life.
Diamond is the hardest of all materials,
and still, with just one fine crack in its essence,
it can be broken and shattered.
To hope that I have not found that crack,
to hope that I have not given the diamond the final blow,
the one that destroys it and its faint glow.
What have I done?
The echo is silent and the diamond is still.
Dear valentine,
I peg you to hear my whisper and my silent sigh.
I hope to cry.
