The Thief

i didn’t steal your sun i stole your smile last night, when my dreams kept you busy with dreaming, for a faraway land, where people grow smiles in the rain, and love’s born from lotus mad, now your smile shines on my lips, is honey for the nordic bees, uplifts my eyes into the clouds, my face radiates fireworks, everyone asks me “ what did you do? you look so beautiful?”, words are resting in silence, i wish i could tell them, i am only the thief who stole your smile, when dreams of your night kept you busy with dreaming