A tale of two hearts

Second in a trio of poems about hearts. I will post the other two at some point. Like I said in an earlier post, Aura is the muse for this poem.

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A tale of two hearts

You had a golden heart:
polished,
adored,
sought after,
ready to withstand the test of time and not diminish in glory.

I offered you a heart of clay:
reddish brown,
once soft,
then dried and perched in the strong sun,
then burnt in the fire,
now brittle.
It still smells of the earth
and the rain that soaked it long ago.

A heart of clay:
a heart of the commoner,
with common aspirations,
dreams and desires,
beating in the common beat of the land
that reverberates through nature.

Fool me, foolish me,
audaciously thought,
if I offered my clay heart,
I may gain a piece of that golden heart.

Greedy me.
Ambitious me.
Yet you let me touch my clay
to your golden heart.
Who knew what you were thinking!

In my oblivious joy,
I didn't notice how the touch
of that metallic heart of yours,
shattered in thousand pieces
this clay heart of mine.