Why is it
That love shares
In the colour of blood?
Why not instead,
A lighter red,
Or yellow,
Purple,
Pink,
Or blue?

Is it a warning?
To protect us from harm?
Who would have guessed?
The simple heart,
Made of two halves,
Tapering to a point,
Is there to ward,
And warn us?

Is it a monument,
To every fool that died
On that point?

Or am I reading too far into this?
Did it just stand out?
Was it just easy to draw?
And is every dimension therefore added,
Is just a misconception?

The heart stood out,
That red on white,
And then it was flat,
Just another drop of blood,
In the lifelong fight for survival.

So long and goodnight.