Stone heart weakened by time.

Eroded away by kept in tears.

Pounded to dust by the un-flowing anger.

Tender and sweet gone.

The barely flowing fountain of love.

The tangled cut strings connected to nothing.

A flower can bloom only once then it dies.

My heart is the same.

Blooming with love and then it turns to stone, but stone does not last forever.

Soon nothing will be left except the dust of an unloved heart.