Diamonds Poem Novels & Stories

Now all the men she came across just stood out as pale in comparison to Dylan Cross. And it wasn't her fault for not finding them attractive. Once you've seen a diamond, no stone, no matter how precious they used to look, will ever be appealing to you again. But since she couldn't help it, she had to indulge herself in fantasies and continue hoping that there was still an opportunity for her to get with Dylan again. There was still hope for her, even though it had a less. ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

I reached inside and pulled out a piece of jewelry. It was an anklet. Even in the dim moonlight, it exploded with light. It was a delicate chain of white gold, dripping with small, perfectly cut… diamonds. They looked like fallen stars caught in a net. I held it up, watching the stones catch the pale light, trying to confirm if it really was real. My breath hitched. "Dom," I gasped. I ran my thumb over the cold, hard facets of the diamonds. "Dom, how? How did you get this?"

She never provided specifics. I swore I was… Then something caught my eye, glinting in the dim light. I picked it up, and my heart skipped a beat. It was a diamond… no no no, a lot of diamonds. Naturally, it had to be diamonds, one of the toughest substances on Earth. Even after centuries, diamonds would remain untouched. They were all over, scattered beneath the body which was now nothing but skeletal bones. Cameron truly intended to violate this man’s peace, but I had no choice. I held my breath, removed the body, and began stuffing the diamonds into my bag without caring if it was dirtied or mingled with remains.

Dylan said, his glittering eyes remind me of stars, looking for an appreciation. Dylan is often like this. He brought me various things from the outside world as gifts. Early on, he brought me a shiny stone that was rough in shape and about the size of my fist, which I later learned was an unprocessed diamond. When I found out that he needed to climb a cliff to get it, I was furious. After the diamond incident, he brought me sweet things like foreign fruit, street food from various districts, or sometimes a shoe. He reminded me of my cat in my first life who would often bring me his prey as a present for me.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

Enjoy that. I blocked the number immediately. But the words lingered. *You had a diamond and treated it like glass.*

she responded. " I am Daisy," I introduced. "I know of you Daisy, daughter of Alpha Smith. A diamond in the rough I must say," she replied. I chuckled nervously, " I am Daisy, but I'm sure Astrid is the diamond." I muttered. " Oh, dear Daisy," she giggled, her laugh sounded different from scornful chuckles that had been sent my way. "What defines a diamond?" She asked in a serious tone. " It's dazzling beauty is only a result of its journey, Daisy, we must all go through the scouring furnace to be crafted to become the perfect art," she said.

Dominique asked with curiosity. “Um, no, I just…” I stutter. Grabbing the box, Dominique pulls the necklace out slowly. I watch as he observed it. “This one is called the Diamond Tear. It’s a single Diamond in the form of a teardrop. The necklace is white gold, twenty carats. It’s a unique one in the world,” the woman explained briefly. Dominique raised his hand. Silently, I stare at the Diamond. Somehow my head started pounding. Groaning in pain, I held my head.

I heard him asks what I just finished reading on the glittering board in front of me and I squint only to find Ferd kneeling down with one knee with a small ring box opened and showcasing a diamond ring. I gasp and covered my mouth to avoid those insects flying into my mouth. As if that wasn't enough, I just noticed both of us were standing in the middle of a carved Love-shape lights and roses surrounding us. "Oh my God!" I gosh out with wobbling legs. I couldn't stand anymore if not I'll embarrass myself and faint right now, instead I went on my knees in tears.

There was only the scent of him, the heat of his palm, and the way his eyes never left hers. "Why the black diamonds?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper as he spun her past a pillar of white marble. "Because they’re rare," he said. "They’re formed under extreme pressure, deep in the dark. They don't pretend to be pure. They just are. Like us." "We are nothing alike," she argued, though her heart was hammering a rhythm that matched the tempo of the dance.