I found a heart, an old man said

I found a heart on the ground, playing dead. I open my secerect box, taking my own red out and I tossed it into the wind – without a fight.
I cried ”fetch” and like magic the heart ran after it. It took a while, but not long, the heart returned
carring my love on its face. A switch and a kiss unpon a promise, sealing the box forever.

I found a heart, the old man craved into stone.

I found the heart of my wifes embrace.