Bleeding Hearts

Only in the springtime

with colors pink and green,

you open up my heart

to what my eyes have seen.

Your roots have strength to nurture

the branches as they grow,

and leaves and broken hearts

whose beauty that you show.

Hanging on like lovers

as winds of storms blow past,

the blossoms fall like tear drops

and wither in the grass.

Like a bleeding heart

that weeps for all to see,

many tears have shown me

what a broken heart can be.