set to find the purpose,
of the serenity in your smile
the pride in your walk
the grace in your hips
the hope that sparkles
on your cheeks
the wisdom,
settled on your tongue
the discretion
of your thoughts
the shine you set
on a mundane scenery
the truth in your lies
the discrepancy
of your silhouette
the power of your tone
which invigorates your speech
and the grandeur
of your essence,
set to find the purpose,
only to prove to you,
that you are indeed, a
precious little diamond
in a city of roses.
- k y r v t
