Love And The Stone Poem by Joseph Blitch

A very hard substance is that of the stone;
Yet can be marred by dripping water alone;
Mountains have been ever since time began;
Yet melting snow has turned parts into sand;

Builders tunnel within them using dynamite;
Building a roadway through one what a sight;
Melted snow; water flows; downhill must go;
The path it makes; quite a spectacular show;

Etching its way deep into the rocks firm face;
Winding back and forth making itself a place;
Carving in the stone many a picturesque sight;
Never ceasing; ever flowing; all day and night;

Still on surface; swift flowing in waters deep;
True to its objective it doth perpetually keep;
Flowing ever downward to the level of the sea;
Where it will reside; in containment it shall be;

In containment; its rapid flow comes to a halt;
Adding freshness to waters fraught with salt;
Love just like water dripping onto the stone;
In time into a stony heart will its home hone!

Tag: Love is like water dripping on to a stone which with the passing of time the water will make a place in the stone for its containment.