Something Stolen

SOMETHING STOLEN

Something stolen, wanted stealing,

Fired in a furnaced feeling

Compliments to detriments and

Things distasteful now appealing

Movement hesitant at first

Temeritous and brave it bursts

And fears of tears and other years

Challenged now to do their worst

Confessions flash prevarications

Take on all sweet complications

Breathe, pause, pulse and back again

To play out all the variations

They thought this, and he thought they

Such forests where we lose our way

Now love, now lost, now shadow play

And strangers do our hearts convey

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