Fingers Print

The thief leaves his imprint on the door handle or pane of glass And he takes your precious treasures and stuffs them in a bag A child's xbox, your ring of engagement and sells them They are never seen again and the loss And a power leaps into his world ,stops him There is no choice and his imprint changes He now leaves the same image of goodness Goes to work, helps the homeless and goes home to love ones The imprint now is left on souls The Power slowly and seductively changes him and once again stops him She slowly and secretly undoes the tie Her hair falls and his heart leaps as she waits The warmth catches In his throat and he bows Thank you as he touches her face and a wisp of hair grazes his lips Dusting his heart for prints of his past ,his mind leaps to the winds A refreshing breeze carries the thought to where they go The lost ring is there and the heart Can one ever be forgiven to the last full measure The yard stick takes his prints one last time She slowly undresses and his mind catches up The thief steals and touches her lips