They're hidden in the clouds,
I find them in reflections.
Catching glimpses on the TV,
subliminal signs of true affections.

Shadows in the evening light,
or an aspect of a flower.
These symbols, I see everywhere,
fill each second, minute, hour.

My world is suddenly Heart Shaped,
It's all I seem to see.
All around me, Heart Shaped forms,
that's how a world should be.

Jojoba Mansell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-shaped/