Love through the heart
A gem indeed.

I cannot expect all to understand how and what makes me tick.
As they look thru windows,, they find imperfections to comment on,,
though, they are always perfect they think, as I too could point out
the impurities or cracks of words they cry to others,,
and here I remain silent.

Out in fields many of men search the grounds digging deep into
uncharted mounds of dirt hoping to claim riches,,
to make the place brilliant, exclaiming wealth taken from others who
labored the blood on fingertips, savings of earned respect.
taken away by a mear tiny hammer, pick, nor any sweat from their brow.

Passages may mark course of those who walked thru,,traveled the distance,
ways of trial n error, yet as the new arrive mocking of others they think will gain respect,conquering the wants of others to be lead,,how so not true.

Like a gem deep within the earth's crust,over time , pressure,shifting sands ,water,building from below,turning into steam,compounding each brilliant facet,though covered in darkness until time allows the shell to fall and the rough diamond appears.

As knowledge of respect, tenderness, warmth, polishing ,learning, time itself holds the fate of the gem.

Only does the presentation make the diamond a gem ,like the heart of someone, seeking the want of another.

Paul S

I really liked this one,,, Bravo,,,

Very nice