The Thief

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The Thief

The Good and gracious
In this world have bestowed me a thief...
With gracious hands, lips like buds that bloom with ease.
But HOW DARE SHE STEAL A KISS FROM MINE LIPS!?
Right may be the place, but not the time
She´s not welcome in my heart... and I cannot love her back.

Young she may be, and the beauty is there
It is shameful...
She shames me and this I cannot stand.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

rotciv1783’s Poems (17)

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The Fantasy 1
My wife, My Love. 1
The Thief 0
Reconquer Me 0
Why this again...? 0
Sensual Fantasy: Part I & II 0
Angel Drapes 0
Tears in Heaven 1
Ojos Azules 1
I breathe... I walk... 0
Let it burn.... 0
Star Filled Night 1
Bride To Be 1
Hanna 0
Spring Forcast 0
A New Episode. 0
Changing Times 0