The regular beat,
                           The thumping of the heart.
                           At times fast,
                           Others slow.

                           Beating with passion,
                           Beating with Pride,
                           Beating with Love,
                           and with a sadness.

                           This heart contains love,
                           So much love.
                           But it is now broken.
                           Suffering an unending pain.

                           The pain of a lost love,
                           Of a love that was.
                           Then too suddenly no more,
                           With no warning to prepare.

                           The pain is too great.
                           The hurt all too much.
                           And the damage done,
                           And all too total.

                           This one heart weeps,
                           And all too soon will sleep.
                           For now it slows.
                           An her eyes will close.