A Gem

They say that she is a gem A diamond in the rough, While lacking all the social graces Which some of us embraces; She cries, 'I care not for that stuff.' She is the unpolished gemstone That has the potential to be a jewel, Basically she is good hearted But her good deeds cannot be charted; So she makes everyone out to be a fool. At first she seems so dubious And also unreliable at first glance, But after further inspection And more thought and reflection; You can understand her circumstance. She lacks all the final touches That would make her stand out in a crowd, But what she sees as exceptional I see only as original; While others see a rainbow, I see a cloud. She has so many great qualities Though having a rough exterior, I see in her there is a great beauty Even though she is a bit snooty; But then I can see the beautiful interior. They say she is an uncut gem Just waiting for the final touches, Removing all the glitter and impurities So everyone and all to see; As a painter finishes his art with his brushes.