It's made of cardboard
It sits by itself
A box without corners
A sphere on the shelf
Nothing but air and a diamond inside
Nothing to see nothing to hide
The diamond floats in the center of the sphere
There is nothing you can see that holds it here
It's there by love
Its there by hate
It's there by choice
It's there by fate
Held there by feelings
Held there by thoughts
Nothing more than a diamond in a box