Stone

Were flesh as hard and cold as stone

Like grey church steps, worn smooth with time ,

Then surely we could love

And unconstrained here, fearless fall.

To give all without asking back

To take more than can be consumed

And wild and wanton, without care

Crash headlong to sweet simple bliss.

But flesh is weak, such tender hearts

Do feel the thorns of reddest rose

And lovers past steal joy and hope

There leaving cuts that tell such tales

So take this love, this life, this self

And gentle be its guardian

For scars I bare, and freely take

This is your heart to freely break