Congratulations, you have purified it, it will never be the same.
You swooped in as only a hero can do and with the boundless force of champion emerging out of the shadows you completely purged the impurities and altered the destiny of my heart.
A dangerous procedure, to be sure, but you stand victorious.
My heart, once a hopeful glowing creature; in spite of every time that heart had been wounded or injured.
That senseless heart, it would unfailingly bind up any injuries and reach to adopt a glow; and when it could not glow the senseless creature would pretend.
Even when that senseless heart was cracked or only barely beating, the ridiculous heart would move forward slowly.
Halting and lame limping or crawling, gasping for air, that broken heart would stretch for love.
That deceived heart would even smile at the thought of love.
My heart would look on and treasure the word love, polish it as a treasured possession.
It would keep love safe and even smile when love’s name was mentioned.
No more.
The paragon has administered the curative tonic and my heart is permanently cured.
Like an early doctor you have bled the poison out, the deformity of polluted blood no longer exists in my heart.
That heart will no longer rebound with the hopeful pursuit of attachment.
It can now rest in the sheltered solace of it’s own company, It will abide on it’s own, what is left of that heart will remain safe in a box and protect itself.
It will build a wall and share it’s light with no one.
That heart will give itself it’s own strength it will no longer lend any of those things to “love”