With tender whispers I disclosed my soul
From all others, I made him my first love.

With eyes of love, a new world...Behold!
The spring of youth, screaming scents
And brilliant colors aggressively declared
That love like this would just once be.

My love was pure, yet not returned,
My bleeding heart..., his infidelity...
I never thought I would survive,
The pain, the tears, my Ecstasy!

I lived, I loved, I cried...
But when at last, the Glass Idol was gone
I thanked The Lord for a heart like mine.

Luz Hanaii

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-idol/