In the chambers of the heart's embrace, A tale of valves, a wondrous place, Where blood flows with rhythmic grace, But some bear a different face.
Bicuspid, they are named, with care, A deviation, rare and fair, Two leaflets guard, with steadfast flair, Where three should be, they form a pair.
In silent chambers, beats do tell, Of secrets held within their spell, Where murmurs whisper, softly swell, In whispers only hearts can quell.
Yet hidden beneath a tranquil guise, Lie challenges that may arise, Aortic stenosis, a silent guise, Or regurgitation's solemn cries.
Infections lurk, in shadows deep, Endocarditis, their secrets keep, A dance of danger, hearts must sweep, In this domain, no place for sleep.
Yet hope abounds, in every beat, In doctors' hands, in plans complete, With medications, they shall meet, And through the challenges, hearts shall greet.
For in the rhythm of life's refrain, We find the strength to rise again, With love and care, we shall attain, A symphony where hearts remain.
