it happened thrice first it sent the red heart-shaped stone when I was at the waters tired, drenched and soaked then came the cotton-white heart-shaped clouds when I looked up the sky shivering after an awful tempest and finally as a chocolaty heart-shaped bun when I baked one after a tired day hidden somewhere it kept reminding me of love that was embracing me all around all the time little when did I expect it it came and reminded me of you