Poetry The Jeweler Posted by iridescentlover on October 17, 2014October 17, 2014 She was a raw opal stone – A rough and brilliant fire; What set him apart Was the idea to craft a setting all her own, Cradling high with arms of gold that would hold no other, Rather than cut her down To fit the premolded designs of the rest. Share this:FacebookTwitterTumblrRedditEmailPinterestMorePocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related