With a saw and chisel,
I carved my letter
On your wooden heart.

I never knew I was carving on you.
You told me you had my mark.

Never intentionally, I scarred that piece
I took a scar with me
For liftime.

You told me " Darling, it is my wooden heart.
Earlier, it has been carved too...
It can be cut,
It can be etched.
It can be burnt to ashes,
But it wont melt."

I laughed...
For we both are scarred,
We both are carved.
You, carved by my letter;
I am carved by your edge.

I am left with a mark.
You are left with a carve.
Many more to carve on you.
I am left with just a scar of you.