Take a closer look
At the picture I took

Everything is the same
But can it be
There is a latent possibility

That like I, that you descry
How one is shaped
Just like a heart.

Could always conceive
My heart was made of stone
When unexpectedly
In the midst of them all
I found one laying on its own

One is solitary
Concealed and ignored
When looking at the horde

But bring your magnifying glass
There is a precious little gem
Buried in the mass.

Could always certify
My heart was made of stone
One should drop or hit,
Ricochet off water
Yet each time
Unscathed once more

Why was it not softer
Long had I pondered
Arduous to carry
A hard heavy stone

But when I saw
This pretty one
Located on the floor
My heart is made of stone

Not otherwise
That is my wont.

Becoming scarce
But one day I know
One will take the same photo
And be glad
This heart of stone
In the midst of them all
Had no other form.