Your beauty
                was deeper than the still life
surrounding you.
It bypassed all the seeds
                went straight to the core.
But in time
                it became a worm
eating its way to the surface
like an anorexic angel
        you starved your soul
until finally
        beauty became a pedestal
you could no longer stand on

Remember
                my dear
Diamonds are worthless
                until they are cut.

Time works
        with incredible craft
perfecting you
        with the greatest care

you know

A diamond must be
        solid
inside and out
                or else given the slightest pressure
it could all come crashing down.

Pressure

diamonds are made this way

        Not by low fat diets and tanning salons.
Nor by shallow parties
                and promiscuous intercourse

My dear

      no matter how bad the pain
no matter how bad the sorrow
        it gets better in time
you just have to trust

long enough

        To earn your gold band.