7 billion hearts

It’s strange how our hearts connect with so many others as life passes by
But it’s no longer strange that while some make us laugh, others make us cry
I think it’s the ones that make me cry that make my heart a little less trusting and a little more broken
And the ones that make me laugh are the reasons these words are being spoken
Those beautiful hearts dip mine in sparkling gold
They fill it with warmth, leaving no place for the cold
Nothing in life is permanent they say
Those beautiful hearts will soon walk away
But I don’t lament over the ones with whom I’ve lost touch
Instead I think about the 7 billion hearts that I haven’t met as such
I imagine some to be kind but fierce gods and goddesses
And some others a strong and caring product of broken promises
And some others bright and cheerful with the most glittering eyes
And yet some others quiet and soft-spoken but extremely wise
And while I get lost in my forest of imagination thinking about these 7 billion hearts I haven’t yet met
I will cherish the ones that once entered my life, everyday, at sunset
For every beautiful heart leaves a lasting footprint on another
For every one of these hearts has taught me to be beautiful to every other