Here I am just as you found me A stone shaped like a heart will be Once where you stumbled upon
Unlike you I will always be here Forever my dear I am near Because I am just a stone
It was such a pure delight When you held me so tight In your grasp I became love
After all the leaves turn gold When at last we became old I was left just as you found me
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Posted: May 2020
About this poem:
We are not made immortal and maybe neither is a stone.....unless it is a beautiful gemstone......and it would surely outlive us.......and still be held tight, adored, and loved by whoever treasures it.
Ami, Yes...... we tend to value more what something is made out of then we do what shape it takes.....perhaps........like valuing money more than character...perhaps.....is where I was going with this one......I have always felt lucky just finding a little stone shaped like a heart.....just by nature alone......
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Kathy