Her stoned heart

This poem is based on a past experience 

She used to love with open arms,
Her laughter soft, her words like charms.

But somewhere deep, the warmth has died,

Now only echoes fill her side.

I begged for love, for just a trace,

But all I found was empty space.

Her heart, once soft, has turned to steel,

Unmoved by anything I feel.

She stands, a fortress cold and bare,

No longer touched by love or care.

I reach, I plead, but she’s long gone,

A statue built where love’s withdrawn.

I’ve shattered trying to break through,

To touch the warmth I thought I knew.

But now she walks, forever lone,

A woman lost, with heart of stone.

Though deep within, behind the walls,

I swear I hear her spirit’s calls.

But till she cracks the stone she’s grown,

She’ll wander far—forever stone.