Because my heart is not immortal,
I purchased this for you.
It’s forged in flames and made of steel,
And solid through and through.
It will not bend and will not break,
Though feeling it has none.
Its weight is strength and cold to touch,
Protection enough for some.
Its curves were made with hammer hard,
To hold their shape so true.
A ferrous scent of blood belies
The taste of life anew.
For though this heart is not my heart,
The same can be said of both.
Each you hold within your grasp,
And to lose either you would be loath.
Be safe. my love, and easy,
In these hard and curse-bound times,
For the protection of my iron heart,
Will be the tie that binds.