The Exchange

Always knew

Always loved

She knew I loved her not

Yet she loved me still

My heart belonged to another

This she knew

Once, my heart got broken

I became dejected

Feeling glum, and down

She listened, smiled

Expressed her love

And took me for a walk

We passed by the workshop of a goldsmith

She went in

Then came out

Then dragged me inside

I paused, wondered

She said to trust her

So I did

She said to lie down

Hesitant

But I trusted her

She lay by me

Held my hand

The goldsmith took a dagger

Placed it in his fiery furnace

Fiery red it became

The goldsmith approached me

I froze, shuddered, chilled

I wanted to bolt

But couldn’t move

She held me still

Speaking words of comfort

The goldsmith carved a hole

In my chest

I felt an instant pain

Then no pain

In His hands, I saw my heart

If it were a face

Pale and sad will be the right adjectives

The goldsmith moved towards the furnace

I tried screaming

My voice box failed

The goldsmith placed my heart in the furnace

He turned towards her

Lifted the dagger

And made a hole between her firm breasts

I was horrified

Her heart glowed

It was beautiful

The goldsmith placed her glowing heart into the furnace

I tried to think

My brain failed me

He took out my heart

It looked pale and flaccid

But not sad

My heart went into her chest

And the cavity sealed

He then took her heart out of the furnace

It glowed more, radiated with life

More beautiful than before

It has been refined, purified

I experienced a tingling sensation

As He placed her heart within me

As the goldsmith sealed the hole in my chest

I felt a new life

A new force

Renewed energy

A soothing warmth and

Unadulterated Love…