Behind your back, my love, my sweet cheat, My mind, a wily bandit, in phases Plan a series of thefts, culminating in a heist. The shoplifter mind wants to steal a kiss quick, "Take her heart, hold it to ransom" My psyche, the robber, demands, *Your soul in this heist, will be the captive- Ultimate of my pining wounded soul.
*** for tat..in a time love has become a bitter game of chess..