My Stolen Heart
How did you do this to me in such a short time?
How did I fall in love with you so quickly?
I do not yet know your language
or how to live within all that you are
but I already know it is going to be hard to live without you.
Maybe you stole my heart the first morning…
Bekia you cried to me at dawn
the cry itself a vow
to take what is broken
and bring it back to life -
to make old things new again
Maybe you stole my heart the first night…
Darkness fell and your energy became
something I could touch
and feel within my soul -
colors and sounds and life
echoing through every street
I think I know the answer now.
To why you took hold of my heart so quickly.
I didn’t need to know your language
to understand the souls of your people
who broke through every single barrier to love me first.