I plucked a diamond from my side.

I plucked a diamond from my side. 
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It's interesting how one 
can choose to perceive 
the mote in their eye 
to be a precious ruby; 
such is the nature of denial! 

As Hope becomes a
desert barren, 
with Love the Souls 
unwanted duty! 

(and Death a Welcomed 
Smile.) 

I plucked a Diamond from 
my side, and traded it 
to the Rose Merchant 
for a Thorn. 

He asked me if I'd lost 
my mind. 

(I replied that it had 
since been taken, long 
before the world was 
born.) 

Then, laughing in the 
sad face of my One and 
Only; 
I packed a bag of useless 
rags, and wandered into 
the Desert Lonely. 

(in search of what I've 
Always had.) 

Is it not interesting friend? 
How one can thus perceive the 
mote within their eye to be 
a ruby? 

Or consider love the End! 

(and Death the souls Lone 
Duty.) 

J.Stephen.H.