A stone so tiny cut to death
Craftsmen congregate and knit their brows
Symbols of eternity one must have
Drifters parade with gems hung around
Procured with fanfare
No expenses were spared
Now lay lonely in forgotten corners
Remembered with fondness in quiet whispers
Bountiful delights in tiny packages
Something so precious and yet so negligible
Wondering wondering where are the outages
Weakness of materials beyond the crucible
Proclamation of time stand the test of men
Hearts filled with passion wandering in limbo
The flames of love stroked as bonded hearts fan
Paths lined with joy we shall gladly follow
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