I once had a collection of glass
which contained one crystalline figure of a heart.
I kept it locked inside a chest without light
so as not to show all nicks and scars it holds.
Once in a blue moon I'd take it out and polish the figurine
to show that I still had it.
I was very careful to hide the key to my hallowed chest
but even being so scrupulous I once forgot it was left in the lock.
Along came another who saw my mistake
and curiosity overtook and unlocked my chest.
She took out the fragile heart to hold.
She gazed upon it with pity as she took a cloth to shine it
and all the while she gently rubbed, the nicks and scars faded away.
Soon the heart was crystal clear and shined with much luster
that even the dullest candle light shined through bright as the sun.
When I asked for her to hand it back
She gazed upon it with greedy eyes.
She smiled a sickly grin a...