Stolen
are the seconds of time.
Stolen
are the meaning of words.
Stolen
are we.

The time we shared,
were not long enough.
The words we shared,
were not deep enough.
We...
are.

But we are not.

We're so far
and I wish I could say that it doesn't matter,
because it does,
it doesn't.

It does because I worry,
not because I do not trust you,
I worry because I do not trust
the other few.

You are beautiful,
this is so,
others will come,
to try to make you let me go.

I'll fight as hard,
as I can through these each written letter,
I can only hope now,
that times get better.

Let not your heart,
be stolen from me,
and let not my heart,
be dropped from thee.

Stolen heart,
soul,
and mind.

If you've stolen it,
keep it.
If you'd be so kind.

Stolen beauty,
kind-heart
and soul,

your hand,
these rings,
your name and future,
is my goal.

Stolen
Stolen
Like a thief in the night,
it's you, my love,
for which I will fight.