'Touch my heart', you asked me long ago
I touched it with my sharp axe.
I found your heart laying dead on earth.
I took it outside your body
I sliced your heart,
Carved it,
And hanged it on my wall.
I crushed your heart,
I slashed your heart,
I wasted your heart.
Now, after long years
I came again to touch your heart
Not with an axe
But with my heart.
Where is it?
I can't find.