The Failing Human Heart Poem by Iman Sadikeen

Set not much on a frail human heart
Fails it does more than needed for ones own part
Dallied he with a dame pouring love of flirtatious art
When the conquest be gained, his tone spelt only tart

Annihilating her trust of brutal male pride
Farthest from her searching sight he does now hide
Lost hopes and loneliness as her companions beside
Her life had but lost its once confident stride

Treasuring the moments, that beautified her life,
Desolated she be, her heart ripped with knife
For what if ones ponders, but for an unwanted strife,
Could not those eyes see, and the heart but feel, her piteous sight!