Evolution of the heart

Once upon a time my heart was cold and lonesome. O how i wished i could have a lovers heart, yet, the chill of noone near grew colder. I had the lustfull conquests saturated with adultery, my walls so cluterred with 10 digit numbers and sheek langire. happy was i the mad hatter making crowns. alast my love was found a beauty blonde, no nonsense type of lady. a heart of gold that mached her sandals and eyes that made me smile. she is mine literaly....no not in the possesive fassion, she is my love as am I hers. Forum world i've been in hiding for a while but this is the first thing of done in months I know its quite rough but its words on paper and thats an accomplshment to me. sorry for mistakes i am preoccupied at the moment.