Imagine an anatomical heart
carved of agate, intricate,
enclosed in a red velvet pouch.

Something you find whimsical,
a nostalgic artifact
from the not-so-distant past.

An item that enchanted you
in the moment. A figurine 
you pocketed to ponder over
at your leisure.

Now imagine it misplaced,
gathering dust 
in a neglected corner
of your room.

This is my love for you.