MADE OF PURE GLASS

(Collaboration between Carl Scharwath, shoots and Lyn B. Pastrana, writes) She is so fragile and delicate Any strong feeling of tension he creates May break her whole at any rate She is a woman of essence without any debate Don't play with her transparent heart, she can't accommodate Could it be made of pure glass? Love her with a faithful devotion Not of any selfish emotion Or to fill his own expectations She only needs a little appreciation Bu if he lay callous harsh hands on her body, where's his affection? Could it be made of pure glass? She's a rare gem, yes, she is so precious! He should hold her under his gentle arms must be gracious And polish with his tender loving touch unpretentious He will be amazed so tremendous If she crowns him with the finest crown that's marvelous Could it be made of pure glass? Oh, a crown made of gold that he can treasure! Not easily broken unlike her beyond measure But she's trying everything to make sure To bend into his wishes and dreams not to lure But to please him, so do not forget or disfigure She could be made of pure glass! © Lyn B. Pastrana 2021