The Substitute – Part 8

The rock, the rock, the rock
Silent, still, soulless rock
Senseless, stark and simple rock
The rock, the rock, the rock

When the realisation dawned upon me
I felt a surge for a moment, only for a moment
The answer I had sought
Was there right in front of my eyes
Was there all around me
A perfect substitute for my heart

But here I was wrong
It was a substitute no doubt
But far from the perfect size
The one I sat on was larger than my own frame
And so were the others around
The right size was indispensable for its residency inside my chest
I hunted high and low
I covered the length of the beach
For hours I forgot my pain
Because something else was more pressing

I was about to lose hope and quit
When my eyes fell upon a beauty
A thing of pure and unparalleled magnificence
That silver, glistening stone had my name, and only my name, written upon it
I picked it up
It was perfect; about the size of my fist
A little hefty but beautiful
It was love at first sight