My Loved stone

A big mistake, I made in love.
I banged my head on a stone.
I thought the stone would break and give me gold.
But I broke my head and wounded my heart.

What a stone, was it?
That smiles, but doesn't love its kind.

It acts as if,
It doesn't know its life,
It doesn't know its love,
Cause it shines like snow white
And has all its pride...

But, why am I still there to protect that stone.
With blood that's spilt beside its throne.

So no soul can steal my love,
and whoever tries to steal that stone.
Would be left with,
No body and blood to hold.

From: 
Anselm Vaz




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ABOUT THE POET ~
My life is a poem, a poem just for you. (my friends), with stories i express, and words i supress., Thinking of what i have not imagined, is what i write for you.


Last updated April 18, 2012