I tried not to look back, once again, to another woman who had stolen my heart.

"And I would like to hear about the man who has stolen your heart."

"I think I'd better get to know the young man who has stolen my daughter's heart."

He was a man who could steal her heart with little more than a smile.

You recognize a place at once, and it steals your heart.

"There is a man who has stolen my heart," she told him.

But it had a section of color photographs that stole my heart.

Didn't you ever have a woman who stole your heart?

"Enough to steal my heart, if you hadn't already done that."

"Like, for example, that someone is going to steal his heart."