Your Diamonds Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

I do not own the hand
That writes freely your words
Nor will I try to tell you
How and what to write
No demands here, my friend
No selfish impositions
To stifle the ink that is yours,
The feelings only you can have
Little diamonds drilled
By your creative mind
They are your treasures
Yours alone!
So I in deep affection
Set you free
To be YOU
To lay before us
Your own colors
Your Jewels
Because you have
My Respect.






Cynthia BuhainBaello
June 5,2012