To Steal A Heart
By C. L. Collar
The room was bathed in
moonlight
As through the door
he crept
Into the inns small
quaint room
Where the Dark Haired
Beauty Slept.
T’was along the
roadside,
His first glimpse
received.
It brought a pounding
to his heart,
A weakness to his
knees.
His first plan was to
rob her,
Her coach expressed
her wealth.
Instead, his heart
she stole from him,
He could not help
himself.
But nay, she was a
lady.
Far above the likes
of him.
He gazed at her in
slumber,
Through the window
light so dim.
A Highwayman, a
Robber,
That’s what he was, a
Rake.
He should leave her
room this instant,
For his own heart’s
sake.
As he swiftly turned
to leave,
His cloak caressed
her face.
She stirred and
shifted in her bed
Suddenly awake!
She saw him in the shadows.
Her heart leapt to
her throat.
Somehow she found her
voice,
As she softly spoke.
Please do not harm me
sir,
For I am truly
unarmed.
Take what you want of
purse and jewel
But please leave me
unharmed.
Nay, tis not your
Jewelry,
Or your purse that is
at stake.
Tis you my dark
haired beauty,
That I have come to
take.
What he saw in the
moonlight,
Was not fear in her
eyes.
She knew panic would
not help
She must stay calm
and wise.
You flatter me, my
dear sir
Place me above my
jewels.
My rubies, my emeralds,
And my exquisite
pearls.
Oh yes, though I must
confess,
Your pearls are quite
exquisite.
They were not and are
not now
The purpose for my
visit.
Sir what you plan to
take,
Will give you no
pleasure.
Tis that which only
hold dear
And will always treasure.
If you are a master
thief,
And skilled at your
art,
And if you must steal
from me,
Then let it be my
heart.
A Red Black Rose
appeared,
From where she could
not tell.
It’s fragrance unlike
any
She had ever smelled.
It mingled with his
musky scent,
She felt her heart
surrender.
As his firm lips
captured hers,
A kiss to be
remembered.
Awaking to the
morning light
The night was such a
blur.
Was it a dream, had
he been there,
She could not know
for sure.
As questions wandered
in her head,
The Red Black Rose
she spied.
On it a satin ribbon,
Where a small note
was tied.
Breathing the heady
fragrance,
As the note she read.
She was not sure if
she were pleased,
Or sad by what it
said.
To my Dark Haired
Beauty,
Whom I may no more
see,
Know this; I did
not steal from you,
Anymore than you from me.
Let the Black Red
Rose remind you,
Though we be
worlds apart.
We will always
hold the treasure,
Of each others
Heart.
