The poet in my heart... my sole,
Could not describe the one who stole
She stole my heart, my head, my being.
And I'm glad, for she, by stealing,
All that I'm about
She didn't even let me shout
She saved my honor, there's now doubt
Because if people would have known
That I'm afraid of feelings shown
I can't deny it, I was scared
Because I knew, for me she cared,
But it is past,
For she is gone,
And now the rest
of life is on.