As you are
Like a thiefYou stole my heart
Like a breeze
You were here then gone
Like a siren
You captured my love
Like a dream
You were lovely and sweet
And as you are
You have these words
As you are
Like a thiefA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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