Theif Of The Heart Poem by R. K. Hart

Theif Of The Heart



I see myself as a thief,
You may not believe it but it's my belief.
I find it difficult my self to inhale,
When enjoying myself at full sail.

I thrill at the stealing and hiding it away,
To know that one day I'd return is my play.
It maybe that I'll give back your heart,
Or may trample upon it til it smart.

I could hide it among my collection,
Until I find one of perfection.
I may steal many but will meet my match,
When another's plan and time will hatch.

They will capture and treat mine as a token,
The thief's can heart can and will be broken.
So if you steal another's love,
Treat it as delivered by angels above.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Just little poem of the type that consider themselves a bit of a player and the oft out come. My mother used to say a boy chases a girl until she catches him! .

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RKH 2012-09-07
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