What makes a diamond grand
Or a jewels fair
Or a pearl fetch a golden coin
Who takes a tag in hand
And places there
A value for an object made
Why do the buyers buy
Or sellers sell
Economies advance or fall
How do the critics write
And plan so well
Or judge on wholesomeness at all
Is not the value of a thing
Then based on what a man will pay
For going cost is all in vain
Without a hand with which to trade
No numbers wrote betray the worth
Nor volumes tell the gravity
The heart that longing chooses this
Determines what the rate must be
And if this heart determines so
That nothing higher holds it’s gaze
The price may seem impossible
And yet that heart will choose to pay
For worth above all else may ask
The last of breath or best of life
And when in love that value lies
Then nothing seems too high a price
vampireweather 
This is so very true.<3
🙂
Thank you.
You’re welcome ❤
What do you do
When the sleep wears off
When my mind thinks of you
And starts missing stuff
Like wake up texts
And random words
In the middle of the night
Did your sleep wear off too?
If it did I’d know what to say
It goes something like “I love you”
Very sweet. I can relate very well. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂 I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote it. I doesn’t sound as well as I thought it did when I wrote it as I read it again in the middle of the day. :p
well said……. its so true…
If economies were more about people and less about stuff the values would stay consistently high for me 🙂
🙂