A Heart of Stone

A cold wind freezes an object, nobody knows what it is, nor does anybody care.

I know what is under the stone, I can hear the deathly sound of a heart slowly beating.

I know why a heart can act this way

I have felt this way before but this time the pain sharply increased.

Along came a handsome stranger, he hears the same sound I do.

He delicately takes a hammer and chisel and slowly, cautiously starts to break the stone down into little pieces.

He releases my heart to the feelings of happiness once again and promises me undying protection from the chilling winds.

Written by Holly Â©

 September 7&8, 1993