I don't believe I meant to take those gifts of yours
The ones you left just lying there upon the floor
And though I knew my actions would backfire on me
I couldn't help myself when I first saw the tree
Who leaves such gifts on show for everyone to see?
I looked in through your window and thought they were free
The open door an invitation to your home
My eyes looked left and right, my mind did roam
No guilt, until I left and then the fear kicked in
What had I done, and why did I commit this sin?
Returning very soon to satisfy the first elation
I gave up and resisted that second temptation
I don't believe I left and thought I'd missed a trick
The aftermath and feelings left me almost sick
So under darkness I returned those gifts to you
After all that was the honest thing to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem