All Over You...Gentle Thief..! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

My eyne and my heart are at mortal war!
For thy beauty art all the better part of me.
But since thy love I love and thy tasty worth
I do forgive thee, oh sweet gentle thief!

For at the gaze of thee even the moon divorces the sun,
And cultured men drapes, stalking desk and walls.
All too in days dream, dreaming dreams of good and fun,
With thee. For thy form's form makes mighty men falls.

The moon files a complaint and the mountains murmur!
That the good Lord must be mean and not nice..
Or look howbeit, shall one beaut they say, drive men to stupor?
And cause to awake, all minds, all hearts, and sleepy eyes.

Yet now, mine heart and my brain are in a league.
Since to my brain my heart won't hear nor my heart to it.
But since thy love I love and thy tasty lips,
I do forgive thee, oh sweet and cute, gentle thief!