Friday, January 13, 2012My Bleeding Heart
There has been a shift in me.
For this I was not prepared.
And, as always, love has happened
Unexpectedly.

And as I look on her, and breath her in
As I fall deeper and deeper
I see who I have become in my absence.
I have let myself, my feelings go.

My heart has grown as the weeds in the summer
and without proper trimming
they have over taken what was once beautiful
For this, my love, I am sorry

Once I grew bleeding hearts.
And although they were small and many
they were beautiful.
And I loved them Dearly.

But my hearts attracted none.
And so I tended them poorly.
and searched for other gardens.
Other flowers.

But for all the gardens I have seen
they were not mine.
They weren't my little hearts
So fragile, So small.

You lead me back to this place.
You've shown me that I have wronged myself
And that spending too much time in an others garden
Isn't building your own.

So come, Plant your seeds next to mine.
Let us trim back the years of growth.
Let us create a whole world.
Let us lay claim, to a garden waiting for a new flower.

For my wife, I'll love you forever.