Stolen my heart!

by Han84   Jan 26, 2007


You have stolen my heart..
Well not stolen it you have taken it to look after and love it!
To hold it tight all night while you cuddle me so tight!

It beats faster and faster when you pull me close..
I cant help but smile when I see you smile..
When we kiss its like we are caught in a secret world..
Our world and no-one elses world!

you have stolen my heart to love it and to look after it!

We walk along together hand in hand..
You seem to look so proud to have me beside your side..
You got this cute smile that is showing your so proud!

I stand so close to you because I can..
I know im already caring for you..
Ive let you take my heart because you gave me yours first..

you have stolen my heart to love It and look after it!

You always kiss the top of my head..
So I give you one back!
When ever we kiss you sometimes take this deep breath..
Why??
When im cold all I have to do is turn over an lay beside you..
You instantly cuddle me..
I named you as my teddy bear because your always so warm!

you have stolen my heart to love it and look after it!

It's so nice we dont have to talk all the time..
We can sit in silent and hug..
We both want to show each other off..
When your feeling low you say I always make you feel better..
I make you smile..
All I do is hug you and give you little kisses..
Tell you we will sort it out..

you have stolen my heart to love it and to look after it!

Im now ready to say ive given you my heart..
you have given me yours..
now its time for me to say I have given you my heart for keeps!
I love u so much already..

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  • 17 years ago

    by Boy

    I know im already caring for you..
    Ive let you take my heart because you gave me yours first..

    WOW. gr8 poem you have a talent. i loved your poem. caryy on take care

  • This poem is very good..I can feel the feeings in it. Great job.
    Crystal

  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real youll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotions. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

  • 17 years ago

    by Romantic Lover

    Nice job. Great wording.