Heart of Stone

I looked to find my beating heart, once ablaze and bold, But in its place I find shadows, and embers gone cold. The flickering flame once danced, with glee, My former place of sanctuary, now cold, empty In the mirror of my soul, a reflection so stark, Where blood once flowed warm, now frozen and dark. The heart that once pulsed with love's fervent tone, Stands silent and still, transformed into stone. Yet in the theater of hope, there might still be a chance, For sparks to reignite love, in the right circumstance. Though now I feel frozen, from sorrow's cruel dance, I yearn for the warmth, for a return of romance.