I Am Precious

Look at me—aren’t I beautiful?
Like the stone—pink diamond
Rare and far greater
Than you can imagine
Like the river flowing endlessly
Like the sky—unreachable
When one refuses to fly
Soar—like you and I
Look at me—aren’t I beautiful
Maybe not in your eyes
Yet destiny tells me—I am!
And I won the prize to the most
Precious one—God’s eyes.

Empress M.