A Thousand Paper Hearts
My Love Exists
In a thousand Paper Hearts
My Soul Persists
Though They all grow far apart
Every day my collection grows
Names written in shining teardrops
Names of people that only God knows
Loves whose labor lost, but never stops
Lovely Paper hearts strewn about the lane
Fluttering down amongst the sidewalks
Pressed against dark window panes
Of Houses where no one ever talks
They grow on trees, you know
These little, paper hearts of old
And come down when the wind blows
To warm the hearts that have grown cold
Now that I have loved many
And been loved by the One
My soul is ready to love any
To love every, ‘neath the sun
When all is gone and none is left
Then only, will my heart be at rest
When I have spent all my love, the last of my breath
Then only, will I have loved my best.