your heart is on my fingertips

Your heart is on my fingertip
faint as a soft kiss on the lips

a presentation of carmine
the semblance of a valentine

a bleeding heart, it is so small
that no one notices at all

but love’s a mark so permanent
it is affection seized, then spent

never squandered, given lightly
the size belies feelings mighty

and though the heart may fade away
the love will last and last always

Liz McFadzean