The Stones

The stones in our characters
could not be softened by the hug
could not be melted by the heart
could not be dissolved into our sea
We could only steer our boat around them
The splashes upon them return with cold moments of persistent waves
sometimes hopeless
sometimes recurrent but mechanic
All the gentle and warm moments couldn't do anything
for the moment that either of our hearts gets stony
Enough have been said about beautiful mind
it always comes with something else
either naturally inherited from our parents
or from our past
or from our own mountains
Currents could merge
but mountains could not