If a bleeding heart tells a tale of love
in a garden far to the north
could its lost dream ever come true
of a southern heart that is no longer dark?

If all of the love you can give
is never enough
how will the sad song in a man’s heart
ever be enlightened with love?

If a broken heart does not bleed
then how does one know
when the love that’s been lost
has relinquished its flow?

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.