Pointy Bottomed Hearts

Pointy bottomed hearts still make me smile,

rise to the surface from time to time,

little treasures for me to find.

Pointy bottomed hearts, yours, one of a kind.

Scrawled on little slips of paper,

spill from my books, folded, tucked away.

Pointy bottomed hearts,

hiding in plain site,

a metaphor for all that was right.

Pointy bottomed hearts,

scrawled in blue,

love notes made of you.

Pointy bottomed hearts, 

drawn in the snow,

etched beneath my skin.

Pointy bottomed hearts,

still make me smile,

will always touch my soul....