Frozen in glass

love's ironic creation

in ladd and lass

mere imitation

love's incarnation.

Here a chip,

there a crack,

unwelcome dip,

but no going back.

Herein lies

perfect imperfection

in lies and cries

and lost direction.

Clear matt or misty

a trillion and one

quality less than quantity

still second to none.

Love conquers all

but nothing here lasts

the shelf of life falls

in a trillion and one pasts.