diamonds never made a lady

People search all their life for diamonds. Diamonds in people, diamonds on people and diamonds in the rough. All of us want to be something special, all of us want to be made to feel special and its the diamond that catches our attention.
The shimmering facets that glimmer can consume the mind and maybe we can stop doing everything else, forget what we're doing and swivel around the diamond just to see it sparkle.
I found my diamonds today. Walking in the street. They weren't really diamonds actually, just grits of sand, tiny minuscule particles that sparkled in the dim nightlight. They were so many of them and it felt like the night sky had decided to shine from the road at me. I kept walking and walking not being able to take my eyes off the shimmer. Like a jewel box, like a tiara like -diamonds.
And thats when i decided that thats why I keep on living. For the diamonds that life throws at me. The shimmer and glimmer of life that just wont end.

There is nothing else worth living for.

Sing to me with songs of love
Words that don't say much yet say it all
A tune that saturates with (give me another word for love)