by j410

Created on: September 01, 2008

Etched in Glass.

You wanted to have my words etched in glass. The words pressed into something solid, yet as transparent as a perfect diamond, gleaming silver across a prism surface. Where light could travel in and out and sunshine could produce color from within.

A gentle script maybe, Beveled. A crystal reflection of my love for you and something tangible, like a statue, like a monument to place upon my desk or hang upon my wall, for me to touch the places where maybe you left a single fingerprint in between my words.

Smooth as a sheet of ice. My words for you would skate across its surface leaving traces of the dust a sharpened blade had carved. Glittering words, a sparkling expression of all you mean to me.

Gentle as a frost my words would settle into glass for all eternity. Is that the certainty? To give me such a gift for me to handle with extreme care so as not to break. That is who you are to me. Our common wanting just as fragile, where I look in and you peer out, so clearly we see each other through.

My words on that glass would be a breathless kiss condensing in its heat. My hand against your hand, my lips against your lips, yet separated by a thin window pane so close and yet so far away.

Those words may be mine but they were my gift to you.

Your heart is where my words are etched. I will carry it through my lifetime, taking extra special care to keep it safe and protected. Pure clear glass our love shining brilliantly forever.

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