Gift Of A Crystal

I hold this crystal in my hand Its just a peice of fine cut glass
A treasure waiting to be fulfilled Just like an empty drinking glass

Its' facets are so smooth and clear

Held tightly up to my forehead
Thoughts of love and hope I place Filling not with hate nor dread

On to my lips in a sweet kiss

True and lasting love I place there
This crystal shall hold my dreams With all my smiles and loveing care

More and more I wish to fill it

To my heart I touch with pleasure
Pouring out my heart and soul Into this glass a magic treasure