Girl: I’m having my operation now. I love you.
The girl lays on operation bed. Boy stands there with watery eyes without saying “I love you too”. Girl finishes heart transplant, the boy is gone.
Girl: Nurse where is he?
Nurse: They didn’t tell you whose heart they gave you, did they?
Nurse hands the girl a note. Girls reads note. ”I told you it was yours”.
Pulled this off a Facebook page and what comes to mind is, “Will you? Will you do same?” One user (male) commented, “give her your heart then she goes and get screwed by another man. Stupid guy”.
User 2 (male): I would never give you my heart no matter how much I love you! Forget it!
User 3 (female): true love
User 4 (female): If every guy can do this to their girls, there won’t be broken hearted girls
User 5 (male): Bless but what a fool
User 6 (female): Ah, cute. That’s devotion + proof. ‘Actions speak louder than words’
User 7 (female): Isn’t that illegal… you can’t donate your heart unless you’re dead
Most of the ladies (all of them I guess) thought that was lovely, sweet, adorable (etc) of the guy. That’s because, I guess, it’s the girl receiving the transplant. What if it was the other way round?
Now if it were a kidney transplant, that I would do but the heart?… that’s quite dicey. What runs through your mind before taking that irrevocable step is all that your friends would say (you being stupid, foolish etc), your parents’ sufferings bringing you up would have been in vain, only for you to loose your life for a girl/boy (“I’d die for you” isn’t that what we say? 🙂 ).
I love my girlfriend (no two ways about that) but when it comes to matters of the heart (pun intended) such as this, your brain becomes an empty auditorium reveberating, “is this sacrifice worth it?” Unconditional love decrees you go “around the world and sail the seven seas, across the universe…” and “…other galaxies” (Black Eyed Peas-Meet Me Halfway) in search of anything your dearest wishes. Are our sacrifices in relationships, in the name of love, worth it? Relationships shrouded in unpredictable U-turns, prey to infidelity, and prone to insecurities. Or maybe a relationship in which one partner’s merely using the other. When the Grimm Reaper blows out the flame, you weep your heart out, urging the pain to seep out. Then you ask yourself “were the sacrifices worth it?”.
Just like Prince Charming here in the poem Beauty and its Beast written by a very good friend of mine.
“A genius outwitted in the game of love
A damsel in distress I offer a laugh
A closer look, a change to need, sure, she needs
Sight! I shout as with reeds
A vicious search to render her vision
Out merge a hero my heart keeps a mission
Wandering, soul and body, but to no avail
A decision fueled by love’s intoxication
My mates I am sure after will wail
I take the step, retreat never an option
My face is beautiful! , those were her words
It’s really dark in here! , those certainly my words
Matrimony, the angel comes in
The devil, treason puts her out
My heart in shock, sorrow sets in
My soul in grief, I let it out
In a script I let loose the pain
My feelings I left on the window pane
I guess, beauty’s curse is never to love .”
–Nii Lartey Addico.
The poem tells the story of a man who falls in love with a blind beaut and searches for a way to “render her vision”. Eventually he takes “a decision fueled by love’s intoxication” to give her his sight to which he says, “My mates I am sure after will wail”. He offers her his sight to which she says, “My face is beautiful!” and he, “It’s really dark in here!”. He is later betrayed and lets “loose the pain” in a letter “left on the window pane”.
The things we do for love (sigh). Would you?
My Heart Is Yours
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