Your heart is a glass bowl

Your love is a glass bowl.

Fragile, delicate, ceramic.

You heart is the cabinet the bowl stays in.

It can be wide, or it can be small.

You can sit there and stare at the bowl,

But wouldn't it be better to give it away?

Surely someone will appreciate your bowl.

Someone with a empty cabinet?

Maybe someone with a cramped cabinet?

Will they like your bowl?

Will the cherish it?

Will the even want it?

Will they hate it?

Hopefully they won't break it.

You're love is a glass bowl.

You can fill it with fruit.

You can clean it.

You can even display it.

But what happens when it's chipped?

What happens when they drop it?

What happens when there is no more room left in the cabinet?