Silica

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.