A girl I met, once took my heart,
And it pricks me like a dart.
She left with my prized possession,
And I couldn't give in to concession.
She talked about the wind in wonder,
And as I saw her walk past yonder,
I couldn't help but wonder,
Whether she'd return from her wander,
And take my breath away in candour.
I still haven't given in to concession,
That she still has my prized possession,
As it still punctures me like a dart,
Because a girl I met once, took my heart.