come steal my heart . . .

come steal my heart  . . .

come steal my heart my beloved one

be as the thief who creepeth in the twilight

ever vigilant seeking the cherishable prize

that ushers forth riches untold

let the graces of our aspirations

and dreams

become a presence of One

come steal my heart my beloved

take charge of my heart felt wanderings

let there be no repass of my guilt

for what you take charge of here

i bear no ownership

come steal my heart my beloved one

my longing calls for one just like you

be mindful of your caring

let it be focused upon me alone

should you wander to another garden

where the fruit appears that much sweeter

know that i bear no angst against thee

for you have tasted of my sweetest

and i am grateful to have fed your dreams

come steal my heart my dear and beloved one

come steal my heart

and let us dance in the realm

of expectations of our greater self

let us uninhibitedly display our joy

in the smile upon our face

the smiles that are tethered to our Light Heart

where shadows have no name

come steal my heart my beloved one

and as we comingle in our bliss

let us kiss

and let the ether of our union

be the spirit that spawns life

and the universe shall sing

of the ecstasy of our love

in it’s highest form of celebration

come steal my heart beloved one

and let the angels lose their guard

for my heart in your hand requires no chaperone

and all the eyes of heaven shall be filled

with the beauty of their tears of allure

as they flow to feed those

who know not of thy passions

come steal my heart my beloved one

and we shall dine at the table

eternity has set before us

entwined in all the blessings of imaginings

of all the God-ness of promise

as one

come steal my heart . . .

© 30 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.