I present you with a glass rose
Fashioned from the glass tears I shed for you
I walked through those slivers of glass
In my bare feet and left bloody footprints
That lead straight into my bleeding heart..
A heart that you once knew.

Some of those footprints are smaller
A reminder to me that not all pain is mine
You walked beside me in the dark
Trying to turn the night into day
And your handprints are on the mirror of my soul...
For you cut your hands wiping my tears away.

Each glass tear is so very clear
A falling reflective sphere
In which I can see your eyes shine
Crying silent tears of the pain you have known
As I wish that I could wipe them away
And take on all of your pain as my own.

I present you with a glass rose
Perhaps all that I can do...
For a glass rose will never wilt
It will never prick you with thorns
A glass rose will never die...
As never will, my love for you.

By Christopher Allen Flinch Bauch