Juggling gemstones

Juggling parading prancing with cautious concentration,
but you are tossed in, a beauty, a gem, a diamond in the rough.
Bedazzled and bespelled by the beauty that facets you.
It all falls down as eyes enthralled gaze like a goon.

Though as you've been filling my fascination,
So do gemstones captivate and call the onlookers,
and soon the juggled gem turns to tossing wolves
end over end, fending on your charms.

Do you feed of the fodder they offer
or is it just the starter, fuel of the fire?
The passion and pain of a magnesium flame,
Bright and lulling, but dangerous and filling?