Sparkling dew upon the grass behind me, reminding me of diamonds,
once just a lump of coal, over the years being transformed from
black to crystal clear, a hard and cutting rock.
Taken in it's final form and cut into an array, a diamond becomes
a beauty to behold.
Given as a token of love to one another, it gently is placed upon
a fragile finger where it is shown as such.
Helping, hoping, the love it symbolizes will cut it's way through
the difficulties of marriage through the years.
Sometimes it's just too hard to make it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem