Planning

A Desperate Final Sortie

Tonight I hatched a plan that's perfect and,
indeed, it is somewhat sinister in its nature--
there is no more pure target than the human heart.

It's some form of deserved turnabout, in a way.
For when I had first acquired yours
I had no idea of its incredible value.

I left it on a shelf where its slow pulse and gentle glow
were a constant comfort for me.
But such a treasure needs to be constantly cared for
and I was often neglectful in my duties.

When its upkeep was in its saddest state of display
you cried your soul out to part from me
and decided to take back your most precious thing.

Before the day, I would frequently find myself grasping my chest
and wonder what pain had gripped me now.
I knew when you held out your hand, palm up and asked for it back.
I was stunned and fumbled around for it.

But on that day, in my haste to find out
how I could possibly have yours back
I handed you two.

I don't know if you ever appreciated or even noticed it,
but this is no more than what I deserve.

I believe my desire now is enough proof to pay for one.
I do not desire mine any longer, for its value is for you.
If I must become a dark thief, then I will use whatever you desire
to sweetly acquire this greatest of treasure.

These things will be yours for as long as you want,
if you allow me even a piece of your heart to move me forward.