Plagiarism

How might I replicate your verse with deceit, Claiming ownership, a fraudulent feat. The sentiments woven, not from my core, A stolen melody, a hollow encore. How do I connect to the sunset's gold, When purloined treasures in my hands unfold? In the radiant daylight, brazen and bright, I pilfer your wealth, devoid of true light. How might I borrow your emotions, a theft so bold, Claiming them as mine, when the pain's not been told. Loneliness wrapped in borrowed lines divine, A counterfeit connection, a deceptive design. How do I profess love with words not authentically mine, Desire and yearning from another's line? Expressing affection, a counterfeit show, In someone else's verses, my feelings won't grow. How could I snatch your art, a precious display, When the sentiments painted, not mine to convey. In the misty rain, your love I'd feign, Yet only fog in my mind's windowpane. How might I borrow, and not call it thine, A snippet of work, claiming it's mine. Yet with proper reference, an ethical find, Admiring your craft, no plagiarism behind.