His theif

He waited, for he could not,
want. He could not see.
So he waited. Though,
on occassion he looked,
and saw that what was stolen,
was still in his possession.

It was, it still sat
waiting, for him to take,
it into his heart, Waiting.
He watched it slowly,
noticing that it was of value.
But he wondered, this value,
no one else could see.
But it was his, and his alone,
and it was of value to him.

Suddenly he missed her,
her love, her passion,
her soul. He missed HER.
Yet he waited, longing to
be with her. Wanting her
to know of his love.
His desire. He craved her.

Waking in the morn,
he panicked, what if
she was no longer there.
Taking out his stolen item,
he watched it, searching for her.
She was there. He smiled, she
was waiting for him.

In a panic she would not wait,
he went to her like the speed,
of a new day. For it was a new day.
He whispers to her, “I love you”
She nods for this she knows.
“I am in love with you.”
Smiling she nods for this she knows.
He sits with her, pulling her near,
and kisses her, softly, then his
desire for her overcoming him,
he deepens the kiss. He loves her,
for this he knows.