Thief?Thief?He stole my heart with his words,He took my breath away with his touch,He captured my soul with a mere look,He robbed me of my life,Pilfered my very existence.But wait...Should I call him a theif?Can one steal what is so willingly given?I gave him my heart, to hold carefully next to his.I yielded my breath, to mingle with his in return.I surrendered my soul, to dance amongst the stars with his.I handed him my life, my very existence...Because without him, mine would be nothing.No...not a thief at all.