I handed you a small glass jar
with all the love in my heart,
nothing fancy just a little glass jar.
You said, 'What is this... an empty jar? '
I said, 'It's a token of my love...
entrusted to the one I love.'
The jar slipped from your hands
shattering to pieces on the ground.
I rushed to pick its content
slicing my fingers,
blood running down my hands.
I tried to capture it,
before my poor soul would fly away
but it was too late!
The jar slipped from your hands shattering to pieces on the ground. I rushed to pick its content slicing my fingers, blood running down my hands. wonderful imagery conveying deep love and utter disappointment. seee my poor soul is flying away. excellent. tony
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Broken jar! ! ! Blood running down my hands. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.