I am the broken glass


I was the brightest fragile glass in your hand
With the finest red wine of your joy and
Sweet and soft your fingers of fair skin touch
My clear face of your reflection, glass rich
And your ring in middle, brightest of mine
Smooth nails to rise me to your lips of vine
Fresh, red cotten, red pearl, swallow the vino
And my edge mix with your Red colour, show
Love of my content as a glass of romance
Through your throat my red liquid goes and lips
Make it's ever fixed mark on me after drink
The rosy sign of red red cotten mark
Then to the floor, I am broken as jewels
No more of me, another shall replace eyes.

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The poem address how might some people be very loyal to others and when no more they need them, they are broken as the broken glass.