Who Stole My Heart?

Who stole my heart? I didn't recognize
The scent of her perfume as she walked by;
I only know I felt like I would die
If she was leaving me. But, no surprise,
She slipped away before I could devise
A strategy to keep her here — a lie,
Or even something true, a heartfelt sigh,
Perhaps a well-turned phrase about her eyes.

She's gone now, gone now, and my broken heart
Will never mend. I don't want it to mend,
Just as I never wanted this to end,
This love of mine, but oh! true love can smart
When your beloved chooses to depart,
Not stopping for this sweet hand I extend.