The Thief Called Love

The thief called love, Stealer of everything that's real, Leaving you to fantasize in fantasy,, Only to drug you like a coke and watch you choke in tears of betrayer. The thief called love, A deceiver worse than Satan, A robber worse than Açan, Gold and silver it takes not, Iron and still it knows to rust, But it steal your trust, Holding you captive. The thief called love, Stealer of every thrilling moment, The cause of every memory that torment, Source of tear that ferment, I share your pain for loving too much, For I too had seen such. Only true love can heal.