Forlornly she eyed the broken gem,
that remnant lone of lost pain
and love, by tears
what could she stand to gain?
The colours sparkled in the sun
but dimly blurred
by tears which fell
like broken rain.
The clasp was broken now,
but well did she remember
when a knee did bend
at peasant’s feet
and present a gem,
in which love and joy did meet.
Blue eyes filled with soft tears—
falling on that azure gem clasped through long years,
everything was broken now,
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