"Like A Thief in the Night"
From where did you come,
Your touch I did Like,
Like Dust on White gloves,
Like a thief in the night.
Your Eyes was burning with passion
you took my heart without fight,
not caring what we're risking or chancing,
you did it so fast like a thief in the night.
Your disguise was dark as the mysterious night,
Your carefree like a Greek Eric god of strife,
Taking our love to a perilous height,
You snatched it right back, Like a thief in the night.
Now I wonder where you might have gone,
Flown away like a string-less kite,
and your stolen kisses that I long,
A plagiarized love by "the thief in the night".
M.Michener 10/1989
Mike, thank you for your poetry submission.