Handle with Care

   I

   gave

   you my

   heart, freely,

   little knowing what

   you desired was a trophy

This is a Fibonacci poem (or Fib) is a multiple-line verse based on the Fibonacci sequence so that the number of syllables in each line equals the total number of syllables in the preceding two lines.  Technically, the first line in a Fibonacci poem with n = 0 has no syllables, and therefore constitutes a moment of silence.  So the syllables per line is as follows: 0/1/1/2/3/5/8/13/21/34/55 etc.  Mine is 6 lines long, 7 if you count the 0 syllable moment of silence at the beginning.  The image is from The Mag.

Image: the grave of Aleksandr Bakulev at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow