Diamond you: A poem 

Though I put my shoes intrepidly on this path, 

at times, I thought I touched stone in your heart 

I may have cut my fingers on jagged edges 

as I clutched precariously at risky ledges 

At times, I believed there was steel in your veins 

To love you was a romance with all its pains 

The mud of ceaseless travail left their stains 

Cuticles soiled and continued cleansing in vain 

I nursed love and hope, as well as intermittent anger 

I was like a beggar who is starving but knows not hunger 

I would bequeath my soul to an aging willow 

if it cast its benevolent shade on a harsh tomorrow 

Yet, this love meant being brave against every danger 

And danger to my soul was never a stranger 

But you stood by me; all through, your light shone 

I did mistake, at times, your diamond for a stone