Glass Man

There once was a day when I took a walk
At 10 the morning crowd began to flock
So I stayed away and instead explored
The interior walls of a mysterious store
Once inside, a curious man
Approached where I stood and held out his hand
His left eye was glass, and it shone in the light
Something about him was not normal, not right
I took what he held, a mystical thing
A bottle of something with two attached rings
I payed him the money, and got my butt out
Away from the creepy man, quiet and stout
The bottle forgotten, I got bored and went home
Leaving the small jar still wrapped up in foam
Til hours later when it was finally let free
The shape of a heart, shining unstoppably
The wondering sensation overpowered my body
I pulled open the cork, old and quite shotty
Inside it I found your photograph
"A practical joke" I said with a laugh
But also inside was an ancient note
Where, in old scrawl writing, someone had wrote:
"One ring shall go to the owner of the jar.
The other to the one in the picture, however far
These two shall live in true love together
Happy and peaceful, best friends forever"
So here, I award you the ring of my care
And I thank that old man with the glass-eyed stare