I think the translation was by diana der hovanessian

I'm looking for a favourite half forgotten poem, I don't know the title or author - all I recall is as follows:
I wanted to welcome you into my soul like a god, lost and road weary, to hear you call this home.....

......I wanted when I died, my name to be carved on that hardest of monuments, your heart of stone

If anyone can help me with this it would enable me to sleep! many thanks