I sometimes think that love is made of glass:
What once was dirt that traveled through the fire,
To now look at and through, and know the truth:
It’s burned and common things that take us
Higher
I sometimes think that love is made of glass:
What once was dirt that traveled through the fire,
To now look at and through, and know the truth:
It’s burned and common things that take us
Higher
Beautiful poem- and I love the idea of the glass
Thank you!
Your welcome
Love might not always be made of glass, but glass is often made with love 🙂
Very true.