For when it slips through your careless hands,
A bond breaks and you'll never understand,
The mystifying beauty of its brilliance.
If you have it, treasure it, keep it near.
The stone has its captivating power,
And its cherished presence shall cast out fear.
With it, you'll find strength to embrace despair.
It will bring contentment that's hard to find,
And ignite a fire where dreams reside.
Embrace the stone's rare and subtle grace.
For in its simplicity, it does impart,
A tale of strength, from its heart.
Let the stone mold your very soul.
Its essence holds the weight of time,
A testament to life's rhythm and rhyme.
Don't let the pink stone slip away.
For you'll never see the charm it conceals,
Nor feel the magic of love it radiates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is rather fanciful and some may like it, but it would be 'nice' to know what the heck you are talking about using 'pink stone'. Can one buy it in a 'drug store'? : )