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