If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go—
shining like diamonds they pierce my soul
your lips, bright as a ruby, soft as silk
When you unloosed your hair and kissed
my head that lay against your knees
In the shadows of an amethyst fire.
My passion burns for thee.
We would remember—how the lives of happy people are
and count the times which we would have the same
your touch brings the life of riches to me
I will turn my eyes towards you
and wonder that some may have
their riches, money, and other things
but they will never have
my Jewel.
