There once was a girl who kept her heart in a box. A wooden box with glass inlaid in it. It glowed along with her heart's beat.
That's where she kept it. In a box. And never once did she want to put it back in her chest.
She would open the lid and listen to her heart sing its song. The heart song would keep her dry in rain and cool in summer heat.
In dead of winter, her heart's song would make plants grow and move as if painted with brushstrokes.
She never wanted anything wicked to happen to her heart, so the box was always clean.
But she would never put it in her chest. Never. Ever.
Worse would be those who suggested she give it away. How could she be without its song to keep her?
Without her heart, where would she be?
Besides, she would say, no one could keep her heart like she.
The girl who kept her heart in a box, kept it hidden from all others. Sometimes handsome boys and wonderful girls would ask her if she would share her heart with them. Some tried to steal it.
The girl never shared her heart. She kept it hidden in her box. And she was happier for it.