You stole me.

You came first on the southern breeze, 
kissed my lips and stole my words, 
left me mute on sunless shores

From the rolling waves you stole 
and hugged my song to your breast, 
left me broken, silent and bereft

falling from the clouds of dawn, 
gentle rain cascading from above, 
and stole away my heart, my love,

You slipped back on the heat of night, 
on silken sheets, became my wife, 
My words, my song, my love my life.

© Dave Kavanagh 2016

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