With a heart of glass in a world of stone, <br />I am fragile; yet, stronger than before. <br />I have loved and lost and wander alone. <br />I am the pathway that leads to my door. <br /> <br />I spoke nothing, but something was spoken, <br />my thoughts hidden in the curve of a smile. <br />A stone was thrown, and my heart was broken. <br />I walked alone down the loneliest mile. <br /> <br />The dark clouds of my eyes wept in the night. <br />A river danced blindly into the sea. <br />There was right in my heart but wrong in right. <br />The river of love drowned inside of me. <br /> <br />My life-blood runs through the veins of roses. <br />The thorns are a mark of my battle cry. <br />As one door opens, another closes; <br />and yet, another stone comes rolling by. <br /> <br />The bright banners wave in the noonday sun <br />with dewy eyes for all the world to see, <br />bedecked in decadence, many in one, <br />in a field of virulent verdigris. <br /> <br />Whatever the whim, come whatever may, <br />lament not the love that silenced its voice. <br />The wounded are stones to throw or to stay, <br />to ruin the joys of those who rejoice. <br /> <br />I wish you roses and petals of love, <br />a heart of glass through which to see clearly; <br />and I wish for you wings in heaven above <br />and a love that will love you sincerely.<br /><br />Linda Marie Van Tassell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishing-you-roses/
