Sapphire Desire Poem by Sarah Jones.

If your words name me a liar.
A liar is what you desire. I am the one who is always subjected to climb higher.
The gun's done nothing but wait to be called 'Fire! '
Let's let the subsided be less tighter.
Is this rope what you desire?
In love with the things you inspire, I tremble at the date you will expire.
All their shades of color, this world will soon require..
And I told them I invented that birthstone, Sapphire.