Brenda Arroyo (6/10/1992 / Modesto CA)
Love Like Stone
Love never came to me that night,
As I sat there, starring at the statue of Eros,
Waiting for a spark.
Evening shone out through romantic clouds,
My heart beats signed for the stars to come out.
But nothing came to me instead.
Embracing me with its somber emotion,
Filling me with what I already was.
And in my act of sorrow, I got up to leave.
I headed east, toward where I came from.
But before I was out of his sight,
I turned back to look at him once more...
And never will I forget the stone of his eyes.
Poet Other Poems
- a seeming less heart
- Breathing Out
- Fade Away
- Faithful Companion
- I am not a bird;
- Love Like Stone
- On my way out
- something to remember
- Sometime in May,
- tender pulse:
- The stone beneath my skin melts,
- Tomorrow dried in the hopes of reaching ...
- We're still in March
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.