TO LOVE... SHATTERED

I had oft than not spent my time with myself.

I was self-absorbed and self-indulgent.

I had not the time of day for anything or anyone-

lest that "thing" or that "one" be able to aid me in my own "self" activities...

And my heart was encased in glass and crystal.

No one would be able to touch it, or to do so much as whisper to it.

It was safe, inaccessible.

And my case of glass and crystal was unbreakable.

And the seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years would pass me by, and

my little, beating heart would, in turn, continue to remain safe and healthy.

No...no one could touch it.

No...no man could come along and break it.

He could only gaze at it through the transparent walls of its sturdy case of crystal and glass...

Little did I know that, as all those seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years passed me by, passed my heart by; passed us by; this heart of mine grew colder and sadder, and turned bluer by the hour.

For, you see,

I forgot or failed to realise just that:

That my heart dwells within my bosom, but SHE has a mind and a heart of her own.

And as such, I really had very little control over her, if any at all...

And HE came along, on tip-toe,

with controlled and silenced breathing...

Then suddenly, and without so much as a red flag, my beautiful encasement of crystal and fine

glass had been SHATTERED,

and he was BREATHING a new life into my dear heart...

You see:

you can PROTECT the heart from pain, but you cannot HIDE the heart from the POWER and

DETERMINATION of the thing called LOVE!