The stone I loved!

Dimmed my vision with last glimpse of yours,
And a world I lost,
I was no longer my own..
And the soul offered its last prayers,
Someone marched on..
Crushing the flowers I gathered..

One can not wait for the statues to speak..

Depth was such, that love was the life,
And you were the altar I prayed,
demeaning was your silence
Heart of stone could never hear.
Demanding was the call of love...

Blinds are very often deaf..

Could you ever cry tears,
With those stone eyes,
Will you heart ever beat,
on the rhythm of love,
Was your divinity a gift of mine,
Which was gone with my faith..

Trust is a word of harem..