In the circle of your arms, I find my home,
A perfect loop where love forever roams,
Round and endless, with no sharp ends,
A gentle curve on which my heart depends.

The square stands firm with its strong, straight lines,
Four corners hold, where true love binds,
Solid and stable, a fortress of care,
Within this shape, our love we share.

Triangles point toward the skies,
Sharp and swift, like love’s surprise,
Three sides converging, a unity divine,
In their angles, our hearts align.

Shapes of love, in forms so pure,
Circles, squares, and triangles endure,
Each one a symbol, a piece of art,
Together they form the shape of my heart.