Bleeding Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

At what stage, so I ask myself
does bleeding get to be
a real problem.
Go ask the doctor,
so she says
and that would be
the proper thing to do.

The coronary arteries
do not have any real
sense of humour,
that I will confirm.

And, if the heart bleeds
things are out of hand,
by just a bit,
to say it
optimistically.

The surgeon needs to know
what caused the leakage
in the first place.
Bleeding is not normal.
So he says.

And what if you're the doctor
AND you bleed.
Your heart is losing precious
drops now every minute.

There is no medicine
nor surgical technique
to make it right.
The potion must be love.

You must identify
the source of all that blood.
Before you wither
and then die
with hidden promises.

An arrow has apparently been fired
into my heart, I welcome you, my love! ~
The pain and suffering of upper class attire
will serve to catch the guys
with help from the above.

The only cure is LOVE.