Stone

Its price, immeasurable.
Countless worth beyond all that can be seen.
I had held, beheld it's splendor
And know there are few things more beautiful than thee.

Yet if it is a truly valued stone
Then I am charged with its unending care
I must not allow its shine to dim
Not its sharpened edge to dull
Whilst I still breathe the air

It has tasted my blood
It has known my sin and it has known my grief
I have repaid this all in turn
We shared beauty and laughter
Yet now it craves release

I cannot be faulted here
I will not fall though it may crush my bones
But you have changed
And I have not changed
We will not face this alone.