You are like the stars shinning in the sky,
you are imperishable.
The globe’s inclination,
a precious stone.
I have preferences of shapes in you,
From marvellous marquise cut like
romantic hearts cut out.
You are a translucent and colourless crystalline.
You are the sun.
You are forever.
You are an exceedingly rigid lattice
A precious stone!
The flinty occurring substance.