The first time that I saw you, you smote me as a thief.

You stole my breath from out me, ere I had finished it.

You robbed me of my senses, blinded of aught but you.

A thousand glances later, time’s not diminished it.

The first time that I touched you, when handing you a glass,

The accidental brushing of fingers touching light

Sent nerve messages coursing, bypassing brain and sense,

Jolting me so much harder than when I’m clutching tight.

The first time that we chuckled, when sharing some small joke,

It was the first time ever that I had laughter made.

The times before were empty, impostors of the truth.

I knew then that this laughter would never after fade.

The first time that we made love, our bodies side by side,

Our breaths and gasps united our moans and groans as one.

It was as though our spirits had loved for aeons past.

As souls had cleaved together, our flesh and bone has done.

The first time you betrayed me, it cut me to the core.

No flesh wound healing quickly, the knife sank through my heart.

And though you were the knifeman, you lone my wound could heal.

I begged you for forgiveness, though we both knew your part.

The last time that I saw you, you smote me as a thief.

You stole my heart and spirit, though it was never mine.

You robbed me of my laughter; you took all that was dear.

You stole it all, but didn’t, for it was ever thine.