The Jeweler

A small poem about how people will change for the ones they love.

When first to me my love was known
I turned an inward look.
My many flaws to me were shown,
Read like an open book

And so I struck my flaws from me,
A jeweler at his work,
So that, for you, a prize I’d be,
A diamond shaped from murk.

Though many diamonds may you find
Their facets carved the same,
My facets carved with love, their kind
Cause others to look lame.

For all of this, my jewel might lack,
Nonplussed, you’ll turn your back.
And all love’s work will come to naught,
Rejection’s proof now wrought