MISS DIAMOND:

Many gaze upon the glitter, the surface sparkle that catches the eyes,
They marvel at its polished and perfect flirting dance with the senses
Yet often, they miss and fail to see its worth when cloaked in nature’s clothes,
For its sparkles are not to impress in its raw, uncut state.

Dismissed as mere glass fragments by them who cannot tell,
The diamond’s true potential and its value they dispel.
But whether cut or in the rough, its essence does remain. It is worth untainted,
Its value is untouched by other's authentication.

To know a diamond’s heart, one must look past the sheen;
Feel its weight, pulse within, and beauty yet concealed.
In every form, it holds its might, from earthy beds to royal crowns,
Unpolished or upon the stage, its value remains the same.

Patience reveals the treasure that hasty eyes forsake,
For its true worth lies beneath the surface, awaiting one awake.
Let others chase the fleeting glow, mistaking glass for gem,
You are more than sparkle; you’re a diamond among them.

Knowing your worth is constant; through trials and time tests,
Your strength should be boundless; in your resilience, for you’re blessed.
Never let anyone’s shallow gazes dim your inner light so grand,
For you are rare and precious, a genuine diamond in the land.

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