How
many times had I gazed
At
the diamond on my finger?
If
I had looked at it a thousand times
I knew
it was not too much
For I saw more of love each time
And
clearer . . .
So,
perhaps, a thought returned to
Brings
clarity . . .
And
a deeper knowing each time . . .
And
that any gifted diadem of hardness
Gazed
at the second time, or the third
Would
bring greater insight
Loose
a new level of light . . .
And
then another layer of mystery
Would
be unravelled.
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