Are diamonds awesome by just being rare?
With glints, beguiling, by the wearer's hand?
As Hell conjures always an envious stare,
If but this gem been plenteous as sand;
And yet raw quartz, may lay uncut for years,
Before unveiling its real mystic sheen,
As though young love, whose lusteur best appears,
When lovers bare their true selves to be seen;
For love, is such delight for eyes that see,
A feeling, sweet, from which touch finds allure,
Yet love is such bondage, where hearts are free,
Though not a habit so bad to endure;
......Gems mystify while men's mind hold them so,
......Like love that can fade out when hearts forego.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem