When a beautiful glass breaks
And every shard flies disentangled
Still clinging to their radiant beauty
I am reminded of love;
So well molded and glazed
Like that shiny piece of glass
Brittle and demanding of care
Like a delicate new born
Love, so soft and sweet to hold
When it’s all alive and kicking,
But when it dies; when love dies
Like the smothered glass it breaks
Sending all emotions like shards flying
And killing all the beauty therein
The once beautiful flower lies dying
And where once lay joy fills with wrath…
For love died.

© chrispus kimaru