I wish my heart was made of stone
Then love for me would be unknown
No joy or hope could pierce my walls
No grief could place me on its throne
I Wish My Heart Was Made Of Stone
I wish my heart was made of stone
Then love for me would be unknown
No joy or hope could pierce my walls
No grief could place me on its throne
Frank Solanki 
Stone breaks and cries too, dear poet.
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The shocking idea? Are you broken heart aren’t you ?
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