It was you that made me a “Gem formed of the discarded”.

I was formed and purpose driven for the means of others. I offered my kiss to one that silently disappeared.

I was disused and fell in despair to the ground. Clattering in dejection. Unawares in grief, I slid into your embrace.

You knew I would break and I would shatter. In patience, you endured those things in me when they eventually came.

Never giving up, you smoothed my sharp edges.

You showed yourself of pure heart to receive my kisses.

Sometimes on the shore bathed in sunlight, I glitter and shine. Regarded pleasingly for the adoring caresses of your transform.

I could be taken away and lifted into well lit places of delightful esteem.

Oh, I just want you to wash up again and pull me back into your smooth cyclic throng.

I do not regard myself as being reduced. I am just freed of the old me, and become a partner (solute) to you. Ever abiding in weightless sympathetic delight and slowly sweet, fluidic swirls.

Together we would sway in embraces wherever the ocean migrates.

Wash me away. Take away everything I used to be.

See how I demurely coo at the mere thought of it.

Let your gift of my twinkle and glitter be your guide back to me.

I am here for your clasp, eager and expectant.