For works with similar titles, see Kleptomaniac.
Kleptomaniac
She stole his eyes because they shone,
Stole the good things they looked upon;
They were no brighter than her own.
Stole the good things they looked upon;
They were no brighter than her own.
She stole his mouth—her own was fair—
She stole his words, his songs, his prayer;
His kisses too, since they were there.
She stole his words, his songs, his prayer;
His kisses too, since they were there.
She stole the journeys of his heart—
Her own, their very counterpart—
His seas and sails, his course and chart.
Her own, their very counterpart—
His seas and sails, his course and chart.
She stole his strength so fierce and true,
Perhaps for something brave to do;
Wept at his weakness, stole that too.
Perhaps for something brave to do;
Wept at his weakness, stole that too.
But she was caught one early morn!
She stood red-handed and forlorn,
And stole his anger and his scorn.
She stood red-handed and forlorn,
And stole his anger and his scorn.
Upon his knee she laid her head,
Refusing to be comforted;
"Unkind—unkind—" was all she said.
Refusing to be comforted;
"Unkind—unkind—" was all she said.
Denied she stole; confessed she did;
Glad of such plunder to be rid—
Clutching the place where it was hid.
Glad of such plunder to be rid—
Clutching the place where it was hid.
As he forgave she snatched his soul;
She did not want it, but she stole.
She did not want it, but she stole.