The Diamond Analogy

Once,
I was asked what I thought of girls.

My answer, after brief thought, was this:

I think all girls are diamonds.
All precious, all priceless.  Every one of them different, whether 
   they are raw
or chisled to magnificence.
Some girls are rough diamonds.  New.  Untouched by others.  Posessing 
   internal
beauty and wealth which go unnoticed by most eyes.  Not mine.  I see 
   the
existing beauty as well as the potential.  These diamonds have strengt
   h and
tenacity.  They have lasted by themselves and will, until their demise
    or
acception.  These diamonds are unappreciated except for what they 
   could be by
society.  I see them for what they are: complex, yet internally perfec
   t.
Some girls are cut diamonds. Crafted. Chisled features making them 
   more noticed
and admired. More loved. They posess the qualities that society deems 
   perfect.
They shine. They sparkle. They seem to be worth more, yet they are 
   the same as
the rough, just shaped differently.
All girls are diamomnds.
Is there a perfect diamond?  Maybe not.  But perfection is relative.
Perfection does not always mean flawless. Perfection can mean there 
   are flaws,
but they are so small they can be overlooked.  True love shows us 
   this.
Diamonds are the most precious, yet sturdy.  They are tough enough to 
   overcome
other materials, yet can be chipped when dropped.  One fatal drop can 
   marr the
diamond, cause a disturbance in its structure.  Cause a physical scar.
All girls are diamonds.

I enter myself into the analogy:

Picture the lonely miner.  Watching day, after day, after day; the 
   diamonds
slide past him.  Some of them rough.  Some of them cut.  All day long 
   these
diamonds go by, but he cannot have one.  He is not worthy to hold 
   one.  They are
too delicate, too pure, too good, too magnificent for his untrained 
   and
unaccustomed hand.  Just once he wishes to hold one.  Show everyone 
   that he is
capable of treating the diamond with the respect and care it deserves.
     But,
what if he blundered?  What if he dropped it?  He might never be 
   allowed to to
have one again.  He decides not to take chances and just watch them 
   go by, day,
after day, after day.  The diamonds will forever be beyond his reach. 
    The rough
ones.  The chisled ones.  The perfect ones.
The diamonds pass by.
All girls are diamonds.
Diamonds are forever.

Jason