Handling With Care After Ronnica My Diamond Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Bright baby sports twin diamond eyes that Tiffany's out-stare
and shame Van Cleef & Arpels with their carats oh so rare!
Two teeth remain the envy of all elephants around
they'll be followed by some thiry more when wisdom brushes sound.
Bubbly smile will focus on the source of movement, light
and enjoy a bedtime lullaby when rhythm sounds all right.
Some talk of in their leisure of the pleasure measureless
that carbon crushed may offer to the minds that treasure less
than a rainbow with ten fingers which outshines the spectrum band
and as many tiny toeses as the digits on each hand.
No other has its beauty, future conqueror of kings,
engagement ring awaiting twitter tweets, due praises sings.
Till time and tide still all beside - until then and beyond -
the babe in arms has charms De Beers can't equalize or bond -
to fascinate, to hypnotize or take one's breath away
while diamonds are a girl's best friend, the piper she must pay.
Though babies are not diamonds - one must handle them with care -
one must far prefer their company than play at solitaire.
Fair offspring shine forever though they flounder in the dark,
so softly rock the cradle, help old soul to make new mark!

My Diamond is my baby and I handle it with care,
most people think i'm crazy as it sparkles at their stare.
Silently it moves in flirty rhythm toward the light,
teasing in jewelled leisure for all enviable sight.
The colours of the spectrum flash in furnished burnished gold
a treasure without measure and a pleasure to behold.
Many a jealous lover caught its flight across the band
of rainbows on fine fingers at the movement of a hand.
No other has its beauty, it’s the conquer of King’s;
The choice of all engagements and the Lord of all the rings.
It never will decay or lose power to display;
to fascinate, to hypnotize or take my breath away.
The diamond is forever but it flounders in the dark,
without the sun or ‘lectric light, to give the rock a spark.