Showing Promise (Poetry)

Where did you find them —
these pretty jewels of thought
that wink so seductively
from their setting neat
as a bridal train
across the page?

If the song proved true
and there were no diamonds
in the deep dark mine
where dreams go tunnelling
then love is willing to be fooled
by clever glass

Fired in the imagination
words burn their colours
aligning crystal rainbows
all the written vows on show
gleaming-ful of promise
row on row
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