the story of glass

glass parents

Glass parents, so beautiful and fine

A symbol of love, so pure and divine

Their delicate grace, a sight to behold

Innocent and fragile, like winter's first snow

They may be made of glass, but their love is real

Holding you tight, making you feel

As if nothing in this world could harm

In their embrace, so safe and warm

But we all know, as much as it pains

Glass parents can break, in one small mistake

And then we're left, with shattered dreams

Our hearts aching, quietly weep

For in the end, we all need something more

Than just a fragile thing, to adore

Glass parents may have their place

But true love's bond, is one we cannot replace

So hold your glass parents, and cherish their shine

But remember that love, needs a flesh and blood vine

For life is too precious, too fleeting it seems

To let dreams vanish, in mere glassy beams.