I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
Fragile vases shatter and break,
lying on the floor,
many shards of glass –
reflecting rainbow colors in the sunlight.
Fragile hearts don’t shatter,
but they break,
each wave of pain –
sharper than shards of broken glass.
For hearts that break,
often cannot be mended,
they live on,
behind walls –
that even the kindest words can no longer penetrate.
For many centuries,
lovers have exchanged precious hearts,
always hoping the love,
will last for an eternity.
For centuries love has broken hearts,
lovers fading into the dark shadows,
never to emerge in the sun again.
Fragile hearts that still beat,
to every love song –
that brings a tear and a memory.
The hearts that mend,
in the light of a new love,
are more fragile than ever before
These hearts only beat for words of love,
once denied another time,
they simply die.
It has been said,
that love never dies,
but it does fade away,
in the shadows,
when the cold breath of death,
takes it away.
Living for just the day,
when once again two hearts,
can come together –
on the other side.
© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 08, 2017:
Thank you Ann.
Ann Carr from SW England on December 07, 2017:
Lovely portrayal of the pains of love. You've captured it perfectly.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 14, 2017:
Thank you Dianna.
Dianna Mendez on October 13, 2017:
Thoughts of truth. Love the ending.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 05, 2017:
Thank you Bill.
Thank you Michael.
Thank you Mike.
mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on October 04, 2017:
Hello Gypsy - This stirs up memories. You again immerse us with your words.
DREAM ON on October 03, 2017:
Each thought turned into danger and pain. Which before had love and beauty. A mix of passion and turbulence. So clearly written. Hoping you find the sparks that bring back more fire. The fire that glows in the strongest winds. Thinking of you in this most difficult time. Supporting you and your work. May this morning be a little brighter. Listening to you and seeing what you see.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on October 03, 2017:
You are like a fine wine, getting better with time, and this poem is proof of that. Beautiful work!
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 03, 2017:
Thank you Freya.
That is true FlourishAnyway.
Thank you ThreeKeys.
You welcome Israel.
Freya Cesare from Borneo Island, Indonesia on October 02, 2017:
Ah, very sad but romantic. Beautiful.
FlourishAnyway from USA on October 02, 2017:
Very sad to think of the pain that widows and widowers who truly loved one another endure.
threekeys on October 02, 2017:
The chards of glass...the shattering....the image....vivid imagery, Gypsy Rose Lee. Your words took me to that place within ourselves, that has experienced the pain of when love withers or love that is not returned.
Israel Mercado on October 02, 2017:
Very well written. Thanks for sharing with us.