A beating heart, held by bone, A steady rhythm, all alone, The skeleton's embrace so tight, Protecting it both day and night.
The heart, a symbol of life and love, Pumping blood, like wings of dove, The skeleton, a reminder of death, Embracing the heart with every breath.
Together they make a solemn pair, One that some may find quite rare, But the beating heart and skeleton, Will stay together, until life is done.