Thief

I can recall the hours and days you stole time from me You said forget the past with kisses that erased my memory you becoming my future In the park where the ground was dressed in fallen hues Fashioning a blanket out of the calico leaves to give their death purpose Then in September in time for the harvest we became thieves You stole my heart much like bees steal honey from flowers Just before a lover plucks them from the ground...