Cubic Zirconium

I have been the protagonist of poetry written in effort to woo or entice me.

I have played the muse to a lyricist.

I have brought strong men to their knees, requesting requite for their love.

But to all these men, I have been a means to an end.

I have been a fantasy.

None of these men have put forth the effort to discover the soul beneath the woman.

None of these men have truly loved ME.

This is the cornerstone and mortar to the walls that surround my sashay and flirtation.