She Stole My Heart. Poem by Graham Jones

She stood alone in midday sun
A vision to be seen
As black as oil on waters deep
My heart she stole in one

Her eyes as deep as liquid pools
With lashes long and fine
She moved with grace towards me
With movements sweet as wine

I knew if I just touched her
My heart would surely seize
I know that she could break me
And bring me to my knees

But nothing gambled nothing lost
The colours silk around her waist
I would give her everything I own
If she would win the Gold Cup Race.