I crept through the shadows, my heart on a race,

For in the still of the night, I saw a familiar face.

Her sleeping form, serene, a vision so sweet,

A woman I admired, now in slumber so deep.

I knew it was the woman, of a rich man with a poor heart,

Alone, low on defence, that's why I strike in the dark.

The house is a fortress, built on wealth and stone,

But her solitary grace made me feel I was not alone.

The moon casts a glow on her peaceful repose,

In her tranquil state, I find beauty and woes.

I long to announce my presence, to make her aware,

Yet I fear the moment she'll stir from her lair.

Her hair spills like silk on the pillow's embrace,

In this quiet room, I can't tear my gaze.

I'm tempted to claim her, to whisper her name,

But how can I wake her from dreams unclaimed.

I should be swift, take what I came for,

Yet guilt grips my heart, shakes me to the core.

To steal from her—oh, what a twisted fate,

To rob a life that once held a love so innate.

I'm torn between you, this gold and my pain,

To leave with my spoils or stay, to explain.

I can't turn back baby, a thief is in my veins,

Yet my heart will ache with a sorrow's forever remains.

In the silence, I steal away, heavy with shame,

A thief with a heartache, bound by his name.

For I took more than just silver, more than just gold,

I stole from a dream that once made me whole.

20/06/2024