You were stolen from me,
from under my nose,
I was not even looking,
I deserve it I suppose.
To think that I took you for granted,
having you by my side,
I used you as a source,
of my undeserved pride.
Now I have traveled to see you again,
and you lay next to me,
and I am free from this pain,
but to lose you soon,
would be blasphemy.
I will cut out the throat of any who come,
expecting to steal what I have won,
your heart is mine and I will keep it that way,
and with this love, your pain will allay.