Diamonds

I hear the rain topple down the glass like a ray of diamonds,

They thud the window more than my heart thuds my ribs.

Your eyes make me tremble, your heart makes me weak,

Your skin is so soft, it makes me shiver like a thousand winters.

But you turned away and stepped into the shade,

Now all I see is the shadow from my tears.

Your memory now sounds just like the rain,

But now I have no diamonds to decorate you.