Painite, a gem of rarest hue,
A cosmic dance, a celestial dew.
A crimson fire, a ruby's gleam,
A mystic sight, a waking dream.
From Burma's earth, it takes its birth,
A precious stone, of greatest worth.
A crystal gem, so rare and fine,
A treasure trove, a gift divine.
Its color deep, a blood-red stain,
A fiery heart, untouched by pain.
A velvet touch, a silken feel,
A secret kept, a magic seal.
Its facets gleam, a sparkling sight,
A northern light, a polar night.
A dazzling show, a brilliant scene,
A masterpiece, a work unseen.
Its rarity, a legend's lore,
A hidden gem, forevermore.
A collector's dream, a connoisseur's delight,
A precious stone, shining ever bright.
Its price tag high, a fortune's cost,
A symbol of wealth, forever lost.
A status symbol, a mark of fame,
A testament to fortune's game.
But beauty lies, not in its price,
But in its glow, a mystic vice.
A natural wonder, a sight to see,
A piece of heaven, wild and free.
So let us gaze, upon this gem,
A marvel of nature, a diadem.
A gift from earth, a cosmic grace,
A precious stone, in time and space.