I love Khalil Gibran poetry/prose and those look like bleeding hearts in the picture. My mom and her mom always had them in our yard. They are beautiful and fit the poetry.
Truth calls to us, drawn by the innocent laughter of a child,
or the kiss of a loved one; but we close the doors of
affection in her face and deal with her as with an enemy.
source: Kahil Gibran, The Words of a Master
image: Eddie Two Hawks, Eddie’s Garden, May 2015