My true-love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a better bargain driven.<\/p>\n
New hearts for old. What a risk to take. My father had no idea what it would involve or how painful it would be; and it was, he tells me. One thing is sure: without my father\u2019s recent change of heart, he wouldn\u2019t feel any pain now… or ever again. Indeed, if he hadn\u2019t given his heart away to my mother three quarters of a century ago, he wouldn\u2019t feel any pain this coming St Valentine\u2019s Day. (Nor would I ever have felt the sun on my face.)<\/p>\n
Not scientifically accurate, perhaps, but universally understood. If you want love, you have to give your love away: no new life in your veins without losing the old. My two favourite carols end with the same message. Offer thy heart to the infant king. Yet what I can I give him \u201d\u201c give my heart.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s no knowing where it could lead, or what pain it might entail.<\/p>\n