"A blind man's values are different
Than that shines and sparkles."

Ah my dear your resolve is a diamond
My pickaxe does not do well to break it
My head down in mines
Yours high up in skies.
I look for the shine of a gem
Hidden amongst the void of coal
You reach for the stars
Brought forth by the complementing night.
My black is a different shade than yours,
It is not wise to compare to my pallet.
I do not see bright colours or sunlight
My picture is painted in coal black.

Do you have a favourite gemstone?