Some hearts are Faberge eggs

unique and priceless

with a yolk of purest gold

rotting on life’s boulevard

unaffordable

redundant before their time

Others are pteradactyls

diving from the stars

flying away when replete

some long for Midas’ riches

howling for the moon

yet not crying for the Earth

all these will pass from record

as tomorrow’s sun

burns greed and whim from the world

Our hearts will live for all time

Love is immortal

Mine found Forever in Yours.