Broken Glass

I see your face,
through stained glass,
the myriad of colours
reflecting my inner emotion.

so beautiful,
all the colours of
my joy and pain,
everything that is my devotion.

so fragile,
the tempered glass so alike
to my careful emotions,
always ready to break.

The smooth facade,
and its duality
that i would protect with everything,
and I could lose to nothing.

like a snowflake,
perfect in imperfection,
ready to melt at anytime
by the searing heat of your kiss.

Your kiss,
a song in my heart
so loud it shatters this glass,
leaving broken shards in my hands.

My hands,
they bleed for you,
so very much alike
this heart I gave to you.