Something New

Burgundy, this heart of mine,
A little withered, but that's fine,
It still beats at its normal pace,
Although it doesn't take first place.

Nostalgic music keeps it flowing,
Ever feeling, never knowing,
Charged with just a spark of tea,
But mainly running on coffee.

But, then there's more, then there's the rest,
The latest versions, best of best,
A flashy scarlet, fused with flame,
And, overall, laced with your name.

A lightning model, merlot seams,
The speeding vessel of your dreams,
For now that my own needs a start,
You're looking for a newer heart.