Love will steal a heart,
like honey it will sweeten smart.
Once love captivates,
the heart and soul capitulates.
We become victims on recon,
until we find our love icon.

We eat, sleep and think of,
even in our dreams it's love.
The thief knows it's course,
chokes a heart away from choice.
When love doesn't work out,
the thief slips in another route.

It will hide in a beautiful smile,
walk down the street in our style.
Love will watch from a distant,
until it invades the mind constant.
The greatest thief in the world,
then takes a heart on a swirl.

Love may then become a mirage,
a picture in scene too large.
In mind we'll feel in control,
until the atmosphere turns cold.
What we thought we had,
becomes solid ice clad,
a trip gone bad.

A stolen heart goes retreat,
withdraws from love sweet,
knowing lifes still not complete.
The cycle grows clone,
like a dog after a bone,
sublime love prone.

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