"He has my heart." She said.
            "Well, that’s what I want." I replied.

Your heart-
            I would settle,
            for a fraction
            for a shard
                        as stained as it is
                        from past love
                        from failure-
            I would settle.

Hopeful am I,
            That someday
                        that shard should grow
                                    into a half-
            that the stains
                        should be wiped clean,
                        replaced only by
                                    Joy

I would kindle
            that half,
            until its flame
                        burned bright,
                                    for only me-
            until I
                        was all the fuel
                                    your heart needed

As flames rose
            to lick the sky

As my half burned
            Into a whole

I would gaze
            upon your fire
                        rejoicing-
                                    That I could help
                                                Something beautiful
                                                become magnificent