The Turning Point Poem by Wangchat konyak

Somewhere, at some point,
My heart turned into a cold stone.
So I sought, to soften it with wine
And became a drunkard;
To put an end, I then, lit a cigarette
And became a chain smoker.
Alas! To pay-off my arrogant —
I brought ruin upon myself
And in vain, I became a wild rock.
But then, when my eyes fell on thee,
Something within ignited,
That which once relinquish to breathe,
Soften and began to live;
That which was untamed and harsh
Became gentle and kind;
That which never once bowed,
Became amused in love;
Thereafter, I became a lover.