upon six gems we struck a covenant,
to be as one among the chaos of our youth
to bond our hearts of jade and azure,
to an unlikely perfect graft
a mystic of sentiment you were
a chestful of gold-lings and shinies
the sparkle at the summit of passion found
the gentle whisper of a diamond brook
but your brilliance hid the crack in your refraction
a weakness you hid to preserve my integrity
and as you slowly splintered,
I motioned you make house with me
you slowly lost your luster
and I shuddered in silence
as deep down I knew,
the Gem Maker was calling you home
at the failing of shines,
we made our vows
the imprint of our eternal memory,
and the band of six jewels a testament to our union
you were broken and I could not mend you
and I tried to shine brighter for the both of us
but I could not fix your center
and you gave up your last light in mine hands
image created by Antony Kamau
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