The beloved takes a new heart every day, but no one knows what they actually do with them all.

There is a delightful blend of playful teasing and quiet heartache in this couplet. The poet casts the beloved as an effortless collector who wins a new heart each day, only to leave everyone wondering what becomes of so many surrendered souls. Beneath the lighthearted question lies the poignant realization that one's deepest love might just be another forgotten keepsake in the beloved's treasure chest.