Thick as thieves and red handed I'm one of them. I'll hang for this surely. For what I stole, so monumentally precious. I couldn't stop myself like temptation was all I am.
The river runs with tender elegance. But not like yours. The candle flames burn with scorching warmth. But not like yours. A thousand roses flower in an endless beauty. But not like yours. The lilies with their careful scent consumes me with hope. But not like yours.
They call me a thief. How can that be, when you stole my heart. Pulling all the right strings from the very very start. I'll hang for this I know it. I'll take my punishment with pride. For what I stole... A precious fleeting moment. One I do not wish to hide.