Stone

My heart, once ached, now stone.

My heart, once available, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My eyes, once matched yours, now stone.

My eyes, once opened bedside, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My hands, once held yours, now stone.

My hands, once cupped your breasts, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My soul, once enlightened by yours, now stone.

My soul, once shared yours, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My spirit, once beautified by yours, now stone.

My spirit, once raised by you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My poetry, once inspired by you, now stone.

My poetry, once written for you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My mind, once wrapped in yours, now stone.

My mind, once thought of you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My life, once seen with you, now stone.

My life, once here to stay, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My laughter, once engaged with yours, now stone.

My laughter, once loud with smiles, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My voice, once whispered in your ear, now stone.

My voice, once spoken words of love, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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