Beautiful Thief

I’d give you my heart if I were certain that you’d hold it

As tenderly as you hold your own.

I’d gift you my blue eyes, if they could only make you see

That I’m tired of being alone.

I’d give the very last breath in my frail, embittered chest

If, in grief, your lips might accept it.

I’d gift you every ounce of the fire in my heat-seared soul

If, all the coldness in you, it’d quit.

I’d lay the world at your feet, if you’d but walk it with me,

Our footprints in the sand, side by side.

I’d fight all the angels of Heaven and demons of Hell,

If, to take you from my arms, they tried.

But, alas, you want so much more than this here I can give.

The whole earth and all it does contain

Are, I doubt, enough to satiate such an appetite.

To hold you in place would cause such pain,

That my heart would shatter should I ever feign to try it;

So I beg you to give back my soul.

If, with my precious tears, it moves you not in the slightest,

Beautiful Thief return what you stole!