LOVE POEM: Stolen Goods

Stolen Goods

In this world
Of confusion and doubt
I know one thing for sure
You are a thief
Having stolen my
My chest emptied
And never the less
A living pray
Bleeding
From the whole in my
That you will only
Follow the
Of
And forever repay me
With your consummate
In possession
Of stolen goods

In honor of ’s Day tomorrow and to my sweetheart of 22 years, please enjoy this poem. May you much in your .

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