I'm not a gentlemen I'm a thief.

Just ask my beloved
She knows how it is,

At a young age I courted her,
I pursued her,

I told her how her eyes were the full moon
Glistening  in the night
Full of mystery and curiosity.

I convinced her that her voice was smoother than fresh honey,
And sweeter than any sugar candy.

I breathed into her the fact that
I, am in Love with her.

But I didn't do this as a gentleman.

Nay.

I did this as a theif.

My goal was not to get her heart but to steal it instead,

No heart should be freely given but instead stile away by a craftsmen worthy of stealing it.

So I stole the world's most pressious gem,

I tossed her into the get away car with
Campbell's soup cans tied to the back of it
Neat handwriting spelling
J-U-S-T M-A-R-R-E-I-D

We raced across the streets hair billowing in the wind and smiles and hands held together
So that no one else may steal either of us.

So no,
Sonnet number 23 beauty is you
Written by me
Is not the act of a gentleman,

It is the act of a thief
But one that will never steal again.