Her Theif

When someone steals your heart,
as mine was stolen.
You sometimes want to hunt,
Down the theif and steal it back.
But there are times, when the theif,
Has hidden its treasure so completely
that even he does not get to see
the value in the stolen gem.

But there are times,
when that theif stops,
Takes its treasure out to
look at, he can learn that
the gem was more than he
bargained for. He can not return it,
for it is now a gift, given willingly.
But such a precious gift scares,
the theif, so he hides from it. He
Hides from IT!

The owner of the heart,
unwillingly allows such poor
treatment of her imensly valuable
gem. For her heart, was not something
easily stolen.

The theif, unaware, stole not just her heart,
but her soul. The very core of her being,
her beauty, her essance. She wants
to share herself completly with the theif.
But he hides from it. Hides from her.

The pain this causes her, is unbareable.
She seeks to become the thief in return.
Silently she steals into the dark places,
The hidden places, the untouched places
of his heart. There she slowly wraps herself
around him. Taking her love and filling those places,
the uncertainity of his heart.
Then she slips away, to wait.

Waiting for her theif to return to her,
His soul desperately craving her touch again.
She loves him, for her heart, and soul are his.