Taken

You have some things
that belong to me...

My thoughts for starters, popping to the surface
each and every day,
heading your way
without delay.

My dreams, do they ring a bell?
You take them over and I can't tell
what's real and whats a mirage
quenching my thirst while
draining my well.

At last, my heart, you now adorn.
Slowly and tenderly you made it yours
Between shared stories and open doors
Songs and grins
Hidden messages within

If you don't plan to return these possessions of mine,
please be gentle and take your time.