Bleeding hearts
a name that sounds
so sad
as if the tiny pink hearts
bleed out their joy
shriveling into wrinkles
of unhealthy hearts
shrinking;
yet,
when a heart is filled
with love
the love seems to multiply
on its own
until the tiny heart
expands, beyond itself,
overflowing with joy
a tiny tendril
reaches out
inviting others
to share in the joy
in the love;
the heart flourishes
blossoming into a fountain
of love
which begets love.
Namaste,
L and Muse
Candlelight Chats 