Does love come in a bucket?

I really hope I have an ever-growing heart
because almost everywhere I go
I leave a little bit of it behind
and sometimes more

It's scary to think that maybe
all the love I've given away
to boys and men
to land and sea
to dreams and wishes
came from a limited supply

My father told me, "love comes in a bucket"
You only get a bucket's worth to give out
The more people and things you love
the less love you can give each one

He also believes in returns.

If he was right, then, I could love
Then when I did not love any longer
I could put it back in the bucket
And redistribute
The problem is, I don't give away the kind of love you can take back

Here's to hoping my love comes in a hose connected to the sea, and that it never stops raining