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I hold the pieces
of our shattered hearts,
a frozen red handful
of our failed love.
If I could piece them back together,
and if I could sacrifice the warmth of my body
in order to thaw them,
I would certainly do so.
If I could tear open
both of our *******
and place my heart in your chest
and yours in mine,
you know I would do it.
If I could revive the flames
of our love
with the intensity of my passion,
strike a spark to the smouldered ashes,
I would give my eyes
to do so.
But alas my darling...
I fear such things are beyond my power.
All I can do is hand you half
of the mingled shards of our hearts,
and take half for my own.
So that you would thereafter hold
half of my heart,
and I half of yours,
making us eternal equals
in love,
until our bodies grow cold,
in death.