Poetically Not Poetic

Heart Theif

"What's that?", I asked with a suspicious glance,

Her hands, they shook, as on her toes she danced.

"Nothing, it's nothing." she replied angrily.

I stared back fiercely and spoke,

"Then why not show it to me?"

I snatched for it, she swung it away.

We played back and forth with words,

At last her hold, it went astray.

And, I grabbed it and opened the small box..

and the sight that greeted me was not a pleasing one for I demanded,

"How do you have it?"

and my hand reached out to take the piece of my heart,

which on the red velvet layed like a stinging dart.