An emblem of love
Found in the Provence of Hoband,
Within a grave of rock and sand.
A pendant jewel of gold and jade,
A face from heaven an artist made.
Sun struck the stone transmits a scene,
The bluest blue, the greenest green.
Of slanted eyes in modest frown.
Beneath a small and golden crown.
A delicate nose lay exposed,
Between soft cheeks of high impose.
A mouth shaped and pursed a petal,
Hallowed within a rim of gold,
To be worn by a king of old.
An emblem of his love and power,
A symbol of the loving hour.
And the symbol lives with us today,
But in a much, much different way.