Heart of stone

Piercing through my naked soul,
your eyes are melting down my heart.
Even it was made of stone,
you make it blossom.

I was ignorant in love until that day.
The day you witched me with your eyes,
and set free a volcano of emotions.
And then you left.

The lava turned obsidian.
One of the hardest stones the Earth will ever know.
You made me strong, but also dull.
Insensitive to love until another witch will come.
To melt my heart to satisfy her needs
And leave me once again.

But even harder will that heart become.

Anatoly Lutaev.