Stolen Heart (a poem)

She stole my heart
at first sight.
     Her beauty.
     Her grace.
     Her eyes.
     Her voice.
     Her smile.
But she didn’t need
to hold it captive.
She gave it back to me
in complete trust
knowing that I needed it
to love her
This is the risk
of true
  — bshivers


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