The tiniest drop of water
Falls into a pond
Rippling waves appear
And stretch far away
Yet the red drop
Polluted only the place where it fell
Then disappeared out of sight
Another one is added
It too disappears
Suddenly, a shower of droplets fall
But this time they remain
Leaving an inerasable, indelible mark
Some scatter to different areas
But few make it to the middle
The ones that had were the biggest and most painful of the drops
Although their number few
They left the center polluted
Those who had inserted the drops left
The owner of the pond came back
And saw the clear blue water tinged with red
Astonished at the results
That is what had happened to my heart.