Stolen Heart Poem by Andile Mthembu

Your enemies will to find the veins that lead to your heart,
Follow the track and eventually steal that heart.
Imagine your heart at your enemies hands,
That will probably put your life at its end.

But that's not the only way, isn't it?
Enemies and lovers alike are entwined in this serendipity.
That's why matters of the heart, not to do with mind, are insanity,
Pity, isn't it?

With unknown cold minds but you will feel their heat,
As they creep and crawl closer to your heartbeat.
Stepping close... Closer... And closer still,
Till you don't know the intentions that are good or ill.

You wont know who to trust,
You wont know the truth.
Till you finally donate that heart,
That's why i firstly donate to you my heart.

From now on my heart is in your hands,
I hope they are not slippery.
But equivalent of a refinery,
In short, you stand accused, of stealing my heart.