Stolen – A Quadrille

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, Love, QuadrilleTags:, , , ,

Stolen

One day when I was not looking
it went missing
I always held it close
Protected it, guarded it
with care and attention
but then in a beat
it was gone
Taken from its hiding place
and without my knowledge
You stole my heart


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De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets.  She has prompted us the the word 'Heart'

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title

Photo by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

39 thoughts on “Stolen – A Quadrille”

  6. Taken from its hiding place
    and without my knowledge
    You stole my heart

    The occasion can happen in dramatic circumstances all in good times! It leaves a wonderful feel Christine!

    Hank

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  13. Sos true. In unexpected moments it can happen. I know. It happened the first time I saw the face of my great granddaughter.

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    1. Oh yes, it happened to me too when I saw my grandkids too. It was the same with my son. Bless them all ❤️🥰

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