A diamond is so precious
Like the woman you love
A glint of the light cast
In her eyes refelected back
You were created by love
At conception to birth
A diamond takes millions
Of years from under the earth
The pressures to create
A diamond or a woman
Where the pressures I hold
Down in my heart
Is akin to the pressures
Needed to create diamonds
From lumps of coal
Under the ground
The rarity to find
A diamond by pressure and heat
May come once in a lifetime
Or a woman in the throngs of heat
Because the throngs of passions
As such to believe
In the fertile egg fertilized by man
Can create a diamond in human life
A ring of gold encrusted
Diamond to melt her heart to love
But to love a woman is to give
And to accept a proposal forever for life
True love is to be one and yet four
Me with you together with son
And a daughter to carry on
Your beauty to child
A son can do the same
But to love is to raise
A child from birth
To their years of maturity...
A long lineage of love
And beyond to create
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