we found you on the open dock <br />a child with eyes of age <br />we took you in for the good of our sins <br />and a greater fear of god's rage <br />there was no wind behind the sail that night, <br />a blight of the mighty puff <br />when you dragged us home by the northern light <br />you were the diamond in the rough <br /> <br />we cracked open the wine at quarter past nine <br />by midnight we took it outdoors <br />and you begged us the chance to join this barefoot dance <br />with the sandy beach as our floor <br />we bore a hole in the soul of the saint you are <br />there was no fill could be enough <br />to quench the thirst of your lust for life <br />you were the diamond in the rough <br /> <br />when the harbor bears a gruesome face <br />you melt it with your charm <br />shoulder to shoulder with cutthroats and thieves <br />gives you no cause for alarm <br />but in the shadows where the predators prowl <br />from a distance one might call your bluff <br />and swiftly he'll learn of his fatal mistake <br />from the diamond in the rough<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diamond-in-the-rough-4/
