but i’ll take it back soon

with smiles and grins
and littler things
and simple things
your acts and deeds
and just by being
and being so rare

with words and smiles
(yours goes for miles)
with a look i know
is meant to be
for anyone, really,
i think, but me

with warmth and charm
(as i wait for your arms
while others take their turn)
you steal from me,
as i look on silently,
you reach in,
you take
my heart.

(or did i give it to you?)