Wooden Hearts

I love having poem battles :) Its been forever since I have dated a man who could write an interesting poem! We seem to inspire each other:

From him:

My heart is made of wood.

The hardest you can find.

The beating that it took,

turned the golden into wood.

Now, it does still bend,

but not always when it should.

So be careful with my heart,

don't bend it like a twig.

One day I will find a wizard

and turn wood back to gold.

You set my heart aflame,

but the flames cause no pain.

As the wood is charred away

and my life seems drained away.

You put your finger on that spot

and gave me back the gold.

In this heart I'm not alone,

because it is not just my own.

I share this heart with you,

because two wooden ones made one gold.

From me:

Your heart was turned to wood

and mine was black as night

I needed something good

then you came into my life

at first the black was stubborn

and stained I thought it was

until it felt your fire burn

i didn't know that it could love.

in the flicker of your eyes

i see your wood turn to ash

and what is left behind

is love that's meant to last.

if you look behind the blue

you will see the black is gone

and in its place a view

of the battle that's been won.