You are the bleeding heart, my love,
You care for those in need,
You can’t sit idly by, like some,
Content to watch them bleed,
A troubled mind, a troubled heart,
All problems do you share,
Take them all beneath your wing,
And show them that you care,
You freely give your time and love,
Of worries take control,
You feel their pain and share it,
From the goodness of your soul,
You truly have a heart of gold,
Your kindness is divine,
And as for me, I’m awfully glad,
Your “Bleeding Heart” is mine.
By Sal Grippaldi for Susan
© 1992
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