Molten.

For it was too easy to melt
You chose to trade.
My heart for you
Was just a wax sculpture
Ready to be melted, reshaped!
If only I could tell
My heart has seen so much of deception
Now it barely knows fidelity
It has grown immune to either of them.
Solidarity and deception.
Your trade went off record
With all the depression, boom and what not.
And then that wax sculpture.
That molten existence for you
Took a risk to trade for itself
Entirely on its own
Until it could finally make turn overs
With deception, fidelity and you.