Love me gently, handle me with care. I am a fragile. I am a gift to be given. I give myself to you... only you. This package is wrapped with cautious ways and a leery heart. I try to live, I try to love. Saying my heart can't be broken is like seeing with eyes that can't be opened. Treasure my heart. Treasure my love. Hold on tightly and don't let me fall. I may be broken. I am human. My heart is as fragile as glass.
I am not gold, I am not sliver. I am made differently. I feel so unworthy of your love and affection. In dark times, I look through the pane and see you. You are my moon, you light the darkest moments of my life. If I shatter. If I break. Hold me in your arms, promise you'll try and fix me. I am weathered, I'm not perfect.
On cloudless days, the sun shines through me. You reflect it's rays. Colors spread like wild fire. The light is bright, the light is in your eyes. You are the only one who can see me, the real me. We are shaped by the light we let through us. I open the window to my heart, to my soul. I live in a house of glass, so don't throw stones. Don't shatter my image until you look at your own. This outside appearance is just a shell. It can be selfish, it can be ruthless, it's learned to be independent. It's learned to hide pain, it shelters me from this cold and bitter world. It let's no one in. It has built layers of walls to protect me. Protect me from rejection, from heartache... It warns me about love... about you.
You look into my eyes, past the thickened walls and through the locked doors. My window needs mending. The pane is scarred, it's stained from rain drops. Stained, from tears that go unshed, the tears I hold back. Looking in from the outside, I'm hard as a rock, tough as nails... Under that, if you peel layer by layer, the inside is quite the contrary. Inside I am weak... I'm vulnerable, I am a child that grew up too fast.
My wings have been clipped. I've flown as high as the sky. I've been chained to the ground. Birds look down from the windowsill, they keep me company. They keep the sorrow away. They sing songs of encouragement, lighting the darkest of corners. The beam shines through the cracks... Warms the glass, warms my heart. You, a dove, a symbol of love... A fragile creature as well. You come to my window.
I beg of you to be patient, don't judge me. I have a past, I have a future. We both carry baggage. We've both walked different paths. This broken road led us here together, our paths were meant to cross. Life's looking glass sees all, knows all. It's sees the past, it sees our future. This adventure well be memorable, this journey will be unforgettable. This may be a big mistake, but I'm willing to chance it. I am real, I human. I will age, my looks will fade, but my love is forever. I may break, I may crumble into pieces. I need you to put them back together, I ask you not to throw me away.
Remember I am glass. Handle me with care. Love me until the end. I have only one question... Can I trust you with my heart?