Thief Of Love Poem by Kimberly Woodward

Her young eyes; once soft blue pools of love;
Where trust floated safely in gentle rocking above;
Beautiful to behold and relish in the joy;
of admiration and affection;
Oh that lucky boy.

But now that beauty is stolen;
The boy snatched it away;
The eyes
are Gray, sharp rocks of flint, ready to slice and flay;
probing searching for your next betrayal and fear;
Not just that scoundrel, but anyone that comes near;
Come closer, closer, let me whisper in thy ear;

Once security would not fear to land;
And drink the nector from her lips;
feel caresses from her hand.

Her tongue spoke only
in sweet gentle trickles,
now a raging turrents, critical and fickle.
A hand is offered but withdrawn;
affection my dear, is too costly, much too costly,
to part with at all.

Once basking in her presence left you feeling
stable and safe,
now her presence chips and chafes,
Now feeding nothing but the growing flood of despair;
All must pay, due to the affair.
Once a playful dance, now steps to trip and crush;
Her soft wet pink heart is now gray with dust.

Don't hate her mister, for you knew;
that you stole her beauty, when you betrayed her love for you.
You knew that Love is fragile, & can only bloom with tender care;
and dries up, & dies swiftly,
with the SLIGHTEST scare.