My Paper Heart

My love,
I give to you this paper heart,
Torn and smudged though it be.
It is not of satin,
With which to caress your body,
As I so long to do...
Nor is it of cashmere,
To warm you in the night of chill,
As I so wish I could.
I have not those to give you,
Only this paper heart,
Smudged and torn
With the griefs of time...
I pray be that you take this heart,
And place upon it your mark,
That it might be made whole
And made to glow
In the night
As 'twere a heart of gold.