Now, if she were a rock, which stone might she be?
Surely not Amber, with tones lent to greed.
Surely not Emerald, scarred jade of conceit.
Nor Zircon, who's shine belies eyes of the cheap.
I dare not say Diamond, for so hard a shell
revolts an attraction that may have befell.
I pray be not Topaz, more precious than rare
She'll swell and compel an increase in the wear.
Not Rubies, or Opals; Sapphires or Quartz.
Their names are all uttered twixt common and forced.

But if a Stalactite, so visually plain.
Sha'dowed and abrasive, yet growing with age.
An icon of wisdom, suspended by rain.
Consumed by the cold and composed to maintain
an ela'borate essence, compelled but for gain.

Such a rock would she be. So prestige. So plain.

~ O.S. ~ (2008)