Cyclamen

With leaves like hearts, 
Why are you not hardy?

Your edges are serrated, but you just aren't cut

Out for life in a busy place.

Are you confused? You bloom upside down,

Inside out. You faint like a Victorian lady

Wanting attention—smelling salts.

A sip of cool water revives you,

Too much water and your leaves 

Turn jaundice yellow and fold up. 
You whine too much.

Maybe it's a fragile beauty thing; 
For few summer

Blooms or painted butterfly wings
Can rival you.