"Give it back to me"
"But what will you do with it?"
"I will mend it, tend to it,
and when it's beating like a drum
pumping blood, pounding love,
I'll give it to him
who inspires new life into it"
"Hmm...then I'm not giving it back
I can't see your heart beat for another"
"Okay then, keep my dying half
You're killing it anyway
The half you've left me with
is enough for me
and him"
Funny how, so naturally, I wanted to name this poem so, which also reminds me of Gollum (any LOTR fans here?), who would never part with his precious ring, or heart if that was as precious to him, so easily.