My heart is made of stone
not easily broken
but I gave you a chisel and a hammer expecting you to carve our names in it
but instead you split it in two and left me broken looking for a means to redeem myself
I find none in my time of sorrow
In time of sorrow none is there except God. So He is only ours, Let us understand, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful expression. instead of carving name it is broken. but alas! it can not be repaired