His kisses too, since they were there.
She stole the journeys of his heart—
Her own, their very counterpart—
His seas and sails, his course and chart.
She stole his strength so fierce and true,
Perhaps for something brave to do;
Wept at his weakness, stole that too.
But she was caught one early morn!
She stood red-handed and forlorn,
And stole his anger and his scorn.