THE STONE CARVING

Washing the childhood memories,
I started a move,
while dumping the old treasury,
I found him in an old book.

At the age of eighteen,
Many things changed,
In moments, blurred memories cleaned.
and then I left aside, the dumping, rearrange.

Tears danced over the cheeks,
I remember stone carving,
His favourite deed
Remincising that day, I found him starving.

Making the most beautiful statue,
He decorated that day,
He love me I knew,
His gift described, before he could say.

That day, a smile glowed my face,
Today, finding the depth of those phase,
He carved in my heart a special place,
But then time passed and love lost its grace.
And today that carving 
is lying in those worst dumpings.