Find the ends

He said that he was like a rock
Like a rock he was, he said.
Stiller than a ship in dry dock,
In dry dock, he said.

And stiller still is my beating heart
Will thy beating never re-occur?
Am I forced into a desolate search,
A desolate search for her?

I ponder my friends I ponder
And I tell you, very well
But I wonder my friends, I wonder
Am I living in her hell?

If caged am I, I am, she says,
Now and forever more
Unless peace and apology, you make.
More from your life, I shall take.
The heart that is still, I shall break.
For me, there is naught much at stake.

I puzzled over the plights and sorrows
Of the possibilities
Of occurrences
Of tomorrow
But canst one give solution, solution for the sorrow.

The heart that does not beat, she might break.
The love that is being pursued
Is now at stake.
And all he would have to do; is apology make

But how can he. how can he , this apology make,
For the heart that does not beat is surely at stake.
The heart that does not beat shall never, never give him strength
So how can he, apology make? Acceptable without deft and length?

A dilemma has occurred, we are stuck at crossroads
For these are the questions that add to life's heavy loads
I implore you, you who are my friends
Give solution to such problems.
I have given the starts,
Please hand me the ends.