Diamond Mark
I do not own Satine, or Christian, or anything belonging to Moulin Rogue.
A smoky diamond is what you are,
Precious and hard, never showing clear.
What is it that you conceal?
Red diamonds make up your soul,
But is it too late to ease that edge?
What is it you will not reveal?
Blue diamonds glow in your smile,
Cold light shining in your eyes,
Where are the emotions you guard so well?
Glowing bright and yet obscured,
Somehow you do not reassure,
Is this past of yours so dark
That you show this diamond mark?
