The Girl and the Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Girl and the Heart, Edvard Munch (1899)

The Girl and the Heart

I gave you my heart, knowing it meant death
Not of mortality, but of freedom
You had control over my every breath
Your new spring became my final autumn

The joys you lived became my misery
Cleverly you entered my every dream
Tormenting me with your boundless beauty
It awakens me from sleep by my scream

You’re in some distant place beyond my reach
Without ways my broken heart to reclaim
Even though constantly writing a speech
Constantly I am yelling out your name

Precocious lady you have won the game
For me, my life never to be the same

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