Shattered Glass (Undying Love) Poem by Shelomith Noarbe

tore down in pieces
shattered down like a broken glass
a hand, a filthy one, pick them one by one
puzzled what to do
he thought, 'how can i do this? '
but do it anyway
glued each broken big broken pieces
and collect the small ones
then all those shattered into sand-like pieces
he glued it in anyway he can to form it again
the glass is tinted in different hues
different feelings formed the glass
he was confused
but never did stop
he continued
he loved what he was doing
he cared for the image that is slowly formed
blood spilled from his finger
but he never minds
the once shattered glass was formed
magically into a woman of his dreams
she came to him
closer so that she can thank him
with a kiss
a simple kiss, a thank you kiss
she walks away leaving him behind
he reached out to have her back
he tries to shout but not a word came out
he was sad, very sad
he might love her, the shattered glass
that made his finger bleed
that made his interest grow stronger
in forming it, the shattered glass
magically, he thought, was his love
love for her, the shattered glass
he is in deep sorrow
a pair of beautiful, graceful pace came near him
he never look up
he don't want anyone to see him cry
he's a grown up man, but a lonely one
a familiar scent of hands raise his chin
he smiled
she was back, the shattered glass
formed by his willingness, the woman of his dream
magically formed by his love
undying love...