took this from kw.

“give me your heart!” she cried, as he began to turn away.
he looked at her sadly, and said “my heart is stone.” And it was true; it was cold, cracked and hard, and heavy with sadness, as he took it out of his chest and gave it to her.
“I have no heart,” he said.
“Take mine.”
She took her heart and gave it to him, blood red. no longer did her body hum with emotion, nor her veins course with floodtides of red. she was empty, a vacuum; but still she held out her heart.
he put it in his chest and walked away. she felt the heart of stone crumble.
they sneered at her heartlessness,
but it was only because she had given hers away for a broken heart of stone.

i say how very profound.

and last thing for the day.