An Embellishment Called Love

Once embedded, a gem, the vision of the arras called life

Fell prey to a sadistic barbarous knife.

As it tumbled down, losing its pious radiance,

Began an epoch of vile putrescence.

Shrill cries of  wrath and agony echoed within

Tormenting the helpless bleeding  heart.

For succumbing to pain was an odius sin

The arras and the embellishment had to part.

Enshrined by the filth, hidden from the eyes

The fallen gem awaited its splendor to be unveiled

Many souls passed by the huge mould of lies

Oblivious to the gem lying beneath, concealed.

The arras stood blinded, waiting to be healed

Few autumns passed, twas a never ending night.

Forces of nature took pity, pulled the gem into the light

Now the arras hopes for a miracle to restore its sight.