To the man that touched
Then whisked a heart
So cold.
To the man that warmed
This cold heart into loving
So hard.
To the man that created Trust
From a heart full of doubt.
To the man that found
The soft part of this heart;
Against all odds.
To the man that stole my heart
Without notice.
That man
My man;
Thief of my heart.
Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
So simple and beautiful
Thank you very much 🙏
beautiful lines
Thank you very much my friend 🙏
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Thank you 🙏
Very nice.
Thank you very much Lori🙏. I enjoyed writing this particular piece 😁
All that love! I felt it.
Thank you very much Sharon 💝
I love it
Beautiful! Thank you!
A true love poem – beautiful – thank you for sharing
Stole it?? I’d have said he gave it back to you – with the things in it it was always meant to have. What you do with it is, of course, your choice! 🙂
love.
He opened up what was already in you.
Love ❤️
beautiful:)
I liked the ongoing metaphor here. I would change “whisked” to “revived.” But then, that’s the English professor in me!
Thank you Miss Elizabeth 🙏. I could definitely use some wisdom from an English professor. I remember when I was in high school, learning good grammar was a big step. I thought English/good grammar was so hard to grasp. It was like speaking in tongues to me. We used to wear a cow bone for speaking our local languages and you bet I had my share of that smelly bone. If there’s anything I can Learn from you, I happily will 🙏🌹