My heart sings crystal notes of butterflies
It dances in salty drops of honey
It eats lavender ice-cream and floats through sunflower fields
It sits on cotton boulders and smells the desert breeze
It tastes of ancient vanilla and cactus wood
It smells of rose oil lingering through agave valleys
It rejoices in the rain-moistened soil
It is invisible like the moon during the day
It is present in the whisper of the wind
It beats in between each breath that God takes
It speaks in silence
It creates in the formless
It exists in nothingness and lives in the eternal
My heart is everything I’d ever want to be
Alma de Colibrí 
If only we would let our heart lead us . . . the pictures are so amazing . . . none a perfect heart shape, right?
I love your observation of the heart shapes not being perfect! Thanks for pointing that out. 😀