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It didn’t seem possible, but a theft has occurred

How easily she penetrated the well-guarded fortress that was even more re-inforced from a prior loss

In complete transparency without pretenses, clearly saying what she wanted

And claimed it as her own, what’s left of my protected heart.

Surprised, scared, excited, and paralyzed by her sweetness, I could not and did not resist.

Like a Siren her laugh and her smile were all it took to disarm me.

It was not love at first sight; these days, I trust my eyes less as I age more.

But her inner beauty was so clear, radiating out like the brightness of the sun;

Our first kiss released its intense heat, consuming me, bonding us as one.

It was not her gypsy charm that seduced me, but her gentle kindness that warmed my hardened soul.

A broken heart is worth very little, a wise surgeon will tell you it’s not worth patching after enough parts are in need of repair.

Perhaps that is why what little left that was taken has since been returned; it was merely borrowed, not stolen, as I now learned.

Should I be grateful and rejoice?  Actually, I deeply still miss hearing her voice.

I was just her lost little “squirrel” but she was my sun;

Even a simple text from her brightens my darkest days.

Alas, I shall fortify that wall even stronger, and hope the aching doesn’t last much longer.