Stolen Rib

We stepped around, Felt thirsty, we lingered Grab a bottle, she whispered Whiskey will do, I shivered. Her grammar, A complement of my language. A glowing face, A rousing smile, Beating me in my own race. Pointing at the skies. My lips froze while Reciting the lyrics Of this magical moment. Wait, Are you the one or, Is this finally the time I've been waiting for? Where, The stolen rib Completes the puzzle Of my heart.