The Thief (poem) by Leah C Wilson on AuthorsDen

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The Thief by Leah C Wilson Tuesday, April 18, 2006 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan

The Thief Give back my heart to me Shouted I angrily at the sea But it only roared a loud protest As I stomped my foot at it’s pilfering quest! It’s not for you to take away It belongs to me, and mine it’ll stay Go rob another of his heart and soul There are plenty of others for you to hold. The sea only laughed at my false proclamation As I stood before it, in naked fascination It had stripped away all my feigned deceit And unmasked my guise of make belief. How eagerly the heart desires to satisfy The one who has captured it and given it life. So sweet is submission and total surrender. I love you my sea. I love you, I whispered. Leah Wilson � 2006

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Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	4/19/2006

Well written Leah!! She can be greedy at time this old Mother Ocean!! Love Tinka




Reviewed by Ed Matlack	4/18/2006

Better be watching yourself with regards stomping your feet and yelling at ole mom ocean, you may find yourself on the receiving end of a good swift smack or wave action that will knock you off your feet...Ed




Reviewed by Felix Perry	4/18/2006

Ah the sea is a stern mistress as pretty as a child and just as tempormental from laughing and calm and beautiful one minute to angry and spiteful and tearing up all around it the next minute, but how can we not love it. Felix