Do Diamonds Die?
Even diamonds die.
Empires erode,
battlements decay,
skyscrapers melt.
Not so what locks
your look into my look,
my heart into your heart.
Love will live.
With or without a night
or even a day,
a confession, a vow.
Love is born love.
Diamonds have grown for us,
as rare in the vast dark soil
as stars in the fathomless void.
Heaven does happen.
Christina Egan © 2004
Illustration from a children’s book of 1896.
Image provided by British Library through Flickr.
P.S.: Reader, he married me! ;o)
Christina Egan 