Diamonds are Forever

Shall I return this diamond-studded belt?
It is most lovely but seems out of whack.
My wife most surely showed me how she felt,
yet my impulse is to take this belt back.

How beautiful it is and so ornate,
fine leather inlaid with this precious stone.
I have to cogitate the winds of fate,
because return might mean I sleep alone.

On through the loops of Levis does it slide,
and I see glittering in middle Earth.
Excessive was this present from my bride,
but tactfulness is more than diamond’s worth.

  I’m fortunate I did not act in haste:
  these diamonds are forever ‘round my waist.


14 Lines (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Writer’s Cramp    12-28-13