need a row of hearts

 Bleeding hearts from the grounds, gardens of Biltmore House

What a reminder of love. Love that bears all things. I need this row today. Don't you? 

From there to here in these last few minutes: 

Let not your hearts be troubled: a new sonnet by Malcolm Guite. 

a row of bleeding hearts

nestles betwixt the boughs;

holds a pouch

of love

and

bursts forth

in silent 

songs 

( photo by my sister: Biltmore House Spring Garden)