Story of a Rock

What does it mean to love.

The word they speak of it
all the single time.
Here a single man seeks
to find it and understand.

He can shed no tear
the last had nearly dried
since the witness of
a kin on deathbed.

Wants to be strong,
like a pillar of stone,
so threw away everything,
made himself a rock.

Nothing could pierce through
that hard solid shell.
Nothing could bother what's under
that hard solid shell.

One day he felt
like he never did before.
What exactly was it.
He had no idea at all.

Everything he entrust
to crusted protection.
That he no longer knew
what is call feel.

Did this new feeling affect him?
Not on the shell it seems.
Then what exactly was it?
Much deeper it seems.

It was a seedling,
one that found a path
through a crack
in that hard solid shell.

Growing and stretching its roots,
binding onto him,
now its part of the rock,
as the rock is part of the seedling.

The feeling made him
want to pull it out,
but yet he wants to
be the source of that new growth.

Day by day it went,
the seedling just grew
and this moment,
the rock came to know,

the thing he's been looking for.