How did you steal my heart away? What magic did you weave about
me, softly...
like the breath of spring gently cloaks the winter chill?
No warning of your soft approach; yet, I am lost; there is no doubt
my heart succumbed to your enchantment, and I know, it always will.

Your touch, so soft... invisible; as gentle, as an Angel's kiss,
that reached in, and caressed my heart to spark a flame that burns so bright.
It blinds me to all reasoned thought... to everything, except for this...
I am so very close to falling; you are such a sweet delight.

And, if I fall, then I am lost, forever; no thought of return
to what was once; the way would close, and no regret, were I with you;
held close in your heart, as you are held in mine; Oh, how I yearn
to hold you, and to share a love that could not wane... was always true.

How did you steal my heart away... finding where it softly hid?
The question doesn't really matter;
I'm just so very glad, you did.