My joy is a jewel,
polished and bright.
It stabs the darkness,
in the dead of night.
Shining bright like a ruby,
I hold on tight.
For what it represents,
Is more precious than sight.
I lost it once,
I did not value its meaning.
I was void of love and any feeling.
I put it in a box and stowed it away
to beautiful for me, I would say.
But yet, it was there,
waiting patiently.
Joy everlasting,
Bliss, Delight, Felicity.
It does not judge ,
or condemn my mistakes.
only patiently awaits,
for my desire to be-
set free.
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