The Thief
The Good and graciousIn 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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