In shadows deep, a failing heart resides,
A soul once strong, now trembling, it confides.
Each beat a whisper, filled with whispered pain,
A desperate plea, a heartache gone in vain.

Her pulse, a melody, once sweet and pure,
Now falters, stammering, unsure, unsure.
A symphony that once danced with passion's zest,
Now mourns a melody, a mournful test.