One of my favorite strings of lines are the four that start with “Bereft …” Saying them aloud sounds like singing to me. About a girl who takes my breath away — literally. 

Every time I look at you, 
Another breath of mine is stolen, 
One by one you wisp them away, 
From this innocent you have chosen. 
 
Without guilt, you doth inhale, 
This clear swallow meant for me, 
Leaving you with strengthened mind, 
And I with weakened knee. 
 
How you live when we’re apart, 
I’m left clueless to explain, 
Since on my breath you depend — 
Your chest and lungs I inflate! 
 
Bereft of breath, I pain to grasp, 
The facts that logic’lly must follow: 
There are others who are victims to, 
This crime of love so hollow. 
 
But like a thief without a trail, 
Blamed you’re not for these capers; 
Like the proof, you’re in the clear, 
A victor by the thinnest of vapors.