Full of pink pristine beauty
They look like bleeding hearts
So pretty and so dainty
Their beauty is majestic!
Like a wave of pink
Or like cotton candy clouds
Yet clouds do not bleed
But Dicentras do
Even in the midst of their sorrow
And their cries unheard
They still possess their beauty
Little hearts are bleeding
Little cries are unheard
And there's nobody who cries with them
Except for God on high
There's no shoulder for them to cry on
And nobody to comfort them when they weep
And so their hearts are always bleeding
Bleeding a picture of beauty
And of sadness too
Like a rainbow in the sky
And so quickly passes through

*~Marian~