I trade my heart for a smile, a poem, or a kiss on the lips. There’s no contract. It’s not legally binded. And I get to make the rules. However, my heart has its expireation dates, and it’s the risk I assume you are willing to take. When it expires, I get momories. As for you— I don’t know and I may not care.
If you are lucky enough to change the rules, then my heart is at your disposal. You can hold it, leave it, or smash it. If you hold it properly, then my heart is yours; If not, I will retrieve it at the cost of my tears, my poems, and countless sleepless nights. I’ll put back the broken pieces, preserve my heart and heal it. Then I’ll resell it— at a much higher price.
And may the highest bidder win.