Crystal orbs, silver spheres,
Glassy globes, silent tears
Hung like lights around the room,
Ornamenting fragile doom.
Unspoken words strung lip to lip;
Eye to eye the anvil slips.
The truth weighs heavy, but suppressed,
Is locked within an aching chest.
The burden, borne for future lives,
Crushes that for which it strives.
But, brittle bubbles must remain
To suffocate what love has slain;
For should the mirrored quiet break-
Death both hearts would surely take!
Pierced by falling shards of glass,
Fateful omens come to pass.
Star-crossed lovers, shut your eyes;
Listen not to silent lies.
Hang your ornamental dreams,
Idolize your precious schemes,
Toss your tears of tinsel too,
But hold your tongue if love is true.
Premature the pine will fall
If lust becomes the carol’s call.
Look away with words unspoken,
Lest silent promises be broke broken,
And when Christmas comes to set you free
Then hang his star atop your tree.
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