What a magical stone spodumen!

What a magical stone spodumen!
They say it's suitable for hypnosis.
It is changing color by itself
From the blue into purple and roses!

May be a butterfly, cabochon -
Rosy, yellow and green - of three kinds -
As a sweet dream in me it immersed,
Where I start to see all the Love!

She says something to me quietly.
But it's not music, it is a stone!
It's my precious, my rosy kunzite,
whitish-pure-sincere flame arose!

My beloved, fabulous, and alive!
Learning you - for today I am better!
You transformed me in the winter time
By the shining crystal polyhedral!

And to the rosy stone where lies
Quintal move from the matte opaque box -
I give ring - with the found kunzite:
He loves laughter, drop's ringing and jokes!

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This poem leaps with images of joy from love-inspired generosity - the gift of jewelry. In the Epic
of GILGAMESH, when Gilgamesh reaches the Garden of the Gods and Goddesses, he finds the trees and bushes don't have green leaves, they have gems and diamonds and other jewelry. I figured out what this means: The deities live in a realm beyond time, which means they do not age and die, nor do their plants and flowers. If they were like earthly things they would decay and die.
But there is no decay and dying among these immortals. So instead of a green leaf, there is a branch growing lapis lazuli; instead of a rose with red petals, there is a gem-flower with carnelian petals. Isn't that why we cherish gems and diamonds and call them precious stones? They remind us there is an heavenly realm where nature becomes supernatural and attains immortality. And
L-O-V-E, in its many manifestations, is the royal road to immortality. And when a lover gives his/her beloved a gem or diamond, the gift comes with a promise to be faithful and true to the beloved because that love is immortal, or supposed to be. And for the rest of their married life,
those pieces of jewelry remind them: Be ever faithful to this LOVE which is the experience of immortality on earth. And I see the joy expressed in your poem to be this belief: a true love is a foreshadowing of Eternal Life in Heaven.

DB.