A rarity I have found – gemstones
Cluttered at the bottom core.
It rains: music, a lullaby. You
Are like a minute piece
To a sudden burst of love that consumes.
Wuthering, towering, pounding height;
I commenced although you end.
For we shalt dance
To a tune played softly by our hearts.
I desire,however; was not given the chance
To pick up the precious stones.
A liaise of rubicund, fawn, azure, and;
The most favorable of all: your chartreuse.