She Weeps

She weeps
Her pain heard far and wide
Her visage tells of the grief she has weathered

She weeps in the presence of the man of stone
unyielding at the present
Sacrificing her pride, her insecurities
for they have lost their importance.

She stands in love and blooms before him
Her colors muted but beautiful

The river of her tears past and present
flow all around them
The current buffing the Man of Stone's feet
and watering the roots of this beautiful flower
Reviving the color in her petals.

The Man of Stone cracks but does not crumble.
Instead the flesh of a man was now visible
Yielding to the present