Love, a fragile glass, so clear, so pure,

Reflecting light, emotions that endure.

Its surface smooth, yet prone to cracks unseen,

A delicate balance, a tender sheen.

In the beginning, it gleams with radiant shine,

Each facet polished, every curve divine.

But within its depths, vulnerabilities lie,

With each passing moment, a chance to defy.

Handled with care, it sparkles bright,

A beacon of hope in the darkest night.

Yet careless hands can cause it to fracture,

Shattering dreams with each unkind rapture.

Through gentle caress, it can be restored,

Mended with patience, a bond adored.

For love, like glass, holds beauty and pain,

A delicate dance in the heart's refrain.

With tender touch and hearts aligned,

Love's broken shards can realign.

So cherish this glass, handle with care,

For in its fragility, true love is rare.