Thief

She stole from me, you know,
She took something very dear.
She never gave it back,
But I never asked, either.
I never will, you know.
I'll never want it back.
I'll never go and claim back my jewels,
For she took none.
I'll never knock on her door and ask
"Could I have my money, please?"
For she took none.
I'll never ask for any of that,
No earthly goods at all,
For she took none.
This thief was quite accomplished,
A master of her art,
For what she took from me
Was no less than my heart.