My heart is made of stone

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
Such a 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 not another form.