A mold of your heart has been made.
Produced over and over again
Gifted to newborns
And people across the world
who once lost themselves
who have become tired of living
and once again,
without your own knowledge
You have saved someone’s life.
You gave someone a reason to live.
You gifted people with purpose and you shaped them into a figure of pure love
A prized possession is what your heart became.
Passed down throughout a family
because it was just that great.
Nobody had to question the tradition
because they were all impatiently waiting for it.
To receive that again would be
the most generous gift,
the kind of gift that keeps on
giving no matter what the condition.
Perhaps someday the world will find a way to set it on my doorstep
put it into a box
wrap it in a little bow,
and send it off to me.
Hand one to my kids
help them grow into a beautiful soul
like some kind of footwear.
Ship one off to my future lover
And make his heart even more loving than my own.
For he now holds the most genuine heart
I have ever known.