Stained Glass Windows To Love.
Stained glass vessel of life
My heart is spun of stained glass
patched and leaded many times
to hold the many colors of passion
that were once strong,
but now are faded.
It has seen church windows
reflecting the joining of
two perfectly matched colors
that brighten others lives.
It has been shattered many times
only to be lovingly repaired
There is always room for more
intricately fitted pieces to be added
the gleam of a girls cornflower blue eyes,
the rounded edges of ruby lipped kisses
and the golden streams of tresses
draped in the warm sun of love burnished,
and polished by the heat of passion's flames.
The cathedral of my heart is full of
memories that lie colored
by the stain glass patterns
life has woven in the walls around
my fragile vessel of life.
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