poetry, writing

Heart in Hand

Sweet little hearts flutter about like butterflies,

in beautiful shades of blush, pink, and red.

They float across the sky, taking on different shapes,

A flower, a heart, a tree gracefully bowing in the wind.

One heart stands out among the rest,

beating wildly when he enters view.

It breaks free from the troop flying in the sky,

and swiftly makes its way to him

as he stands mesmerized.

It floats around, tickling his ear,

grazing his shoulder and neck,

and drifting in front of his chest,

before it finally lands on the tip of his nose.

He chuckles to himself as he lifts his hand to it,

the heart dances onto his finger and around his hand,

until it settles into his palm finally finding rest.

He smiles because he knows it is hers.

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