WHIMSICAL POETRY

Stolen Time
If but for a tiny piece of time.. 
or for one word, or lack of any speech
Were one moment changed, would you be mine?
Or would I still and always be your love, forever out of reach.

I know in truth your heart and mind and all that makes you whole,
the one I know and love and crave, the rhythm to my rhyme
is paired with me, forever deep within, part of my soul
Just not your body or your time.

But can my mind rest easy? 
When as a common thief I wait and plan
And would any heart believe me
My only defense undying adoration for this man

But as a pirate hoards his every treasure
I steal small bits of time, 
like tiny diamonds chipped away 
and hidden in my heart..... they are not mine...