Gem

I told you
You were
A gem and
You replied
Yes, I am.
I have admired
Your facets,
Smooth and
Shiny reflect
And glow by
Candlelight
Gleaming in
The soft light
Fired by an
Inner light
And warmth.
Soft yet firm to
The touch and
Quivering at my
Careful touch,
Not too hard
Nor too soft
But always slow
At first and at
The last, fast.
I cannot think
How to
Pronounce
The word
For your gem
Though it is
On the tip of
My tongue,
I do know
Where to
Put the
Accent.