The First Gift she sent for me, was a small Cross of hearts
Hearts that she made from her own little hands
Hearts that still bear the fragrance of her touch
Small little hearts count of fifteen
She put all heart into making the cross
Just that she could send her heart through the cross
For she believed in the Lord would carry her heart
For me who lived so far, yet loved her from whole of my heart
I received the Cross, and tears filled my eyes
For it was the first time in my life I had recd a heart
From a person so far, yet I was in her heart
When ever I hold the cross to my heart,
Even today I can feel the beats of her heart
Inside the little cross of hearts,
That my heart made for this heart of mine
With all of her heart
