Who decides?

She sat weeping by the riverside,
Next to the stone, which once,
was the Prince of the tribe,
The reason for this terrible fate,
was a curse, unbreakable,
Unless true tears of love,
were shed by a noble heart,
A heart the prince was loved by,
A single tear was enough,
But it had to be pure, true.
An entire day had come to pass,
And the pincess was still trying,
To cry out that one tear,
Which upon touching the stone,
Would bring it to life,
Conquering the curse with love,
But in vain,
The tears now were out of guilt,
Guilt of the absence of love,
She cried him a river,
But that one drop was still missing,
Broken the stoned prince was,
To realise the truth,
But He could not take it anymore,
To watch the princess cry,
Her eyes swelling up,
He let out a silent prayer,
To the holder of the curse,
To let him speak at once,
And the next moment, The stone spoke,
" Go home dear, Let no tear out for me now,
When I first kissed those eyes, I promised,
I'll never let them get wet,
It's not your loss today,
The one who lost everything ,
Is Me! Go, and remember,
You will never know ,
My love for you".
The stone turned silent then,
Never to speak again,
The pincess, stunned,
Took one last look,
And a small tear escaped,
It rolled down her right cheek,
Dripped from the chin,
on to the stone, SPLASH!

Love is perhaps the most
mysterious of all that we know,
It might not be there,
Where you blindly assume it to be,
And just when you think,
This is done, Love is dead here,
It might raise its ugly head meekly,
To declare, You dont decide ,
Where am I supposed to be,
I'll decide it for myself,
And then for you too!