I cried aloud and winced in pain
From where I felt my heart might be
As cold as stone as once it was
Now warmed from love it might emerge
Although devotion has cracked its core
The stone has turned a-glow at last
As night gives way to pensive thought
Now tenderness is coursing through
Beating plainly through and through
Ironic as it might appear
Now broken, battered
Torn in pain
I cried aloud and winced in pain
Love has turned a stone to heart
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I cried aloud and winced in pain Love has turned a stone to heart A very good love poem where beauty of love is to melt a stone to heart. Excellent love poem.Keep it up Col Muhammad Khalid Khan