Kevin East - The Thief

Came without a mask without a hood
Dressed fair and flew as only white dove could.
Spoke soft and lit by candle flame
Dreams held aloft, sweet lips wild horses tame
Then stole my heart as stars raged from above
Slow death from arrow, the thief Cupid called love.
So tempest left me bleeding in the rain
As footsteps fade, to die alone again
Mugged but only from the soul
The thief called love a masquerading doll
Princess in dreams this frog did kiss
Then dropped my heart into black abyss
At precipice i felt that fatal shove
What pain is this, a thief i once called love.

Kevin East

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