Stolen Kiss
One day I stole a kiss from you and put it in my pocketI gently took it home with me,
Gazed thereon adoringly,
Then to keep it near my heart, I placed it in a locket.
The next day there were "Wanted" signs on every post and board.
"Please return my missing kiss."
A photograph: "It looks like this."
But the part that caught my eye was "Promise of Reward."
Do you think (perhaps you think) my conscience bothered me?
Not at all! The chap in fact,
Encouraged me, to be exact.
The only problem was the kiss was longing to be free.
All day long it banged and yelled inside the locket frame:
"Unless you want a beatin',
Let me out you callous cretin!
Or when I'm free I'll use my teeth to sever, tear and maim!"
Its gory words unnerved me (for I dearly love to live)
So in my own best interest,
I pledged I would return the kiss
(But just because the duct tape I'd employed began to give.)
Shakily my legs approached the door unto her dwelling
I almost made a run for it
I would have run (I must admit)
If not for that the kiss had broken free, enraged and yelling.
It leaped out with unmatched resolve into the bright blue air
Some fortune favored me for I
Snatched it from the bright blue sky
And held on tight, determined to complete my mission there.
I hoped to God that she was home, the owner of this terror,
For it had started gnawing on
My fingers and my tender palm
I couldn't last much longer as this dangerous beast's bearer.
Fortune smiled on me once more, as I rang the bell;
The lady very quickly opened
Evidently, she'd been hopin'
That her precious kiss would yet return, alive and well.
I wasted absolutely zero time on introductions.
I freed the kiss and it flew back;
It landed with a gentle "smack."
You'd never know that it was capable of such destructions.
The woman graciously attended to my bleeding palm.
She did have to rub in the fact:
"You never should have stolen that;
You made this mess yourself." That girl was maddeningly calm.
I said, "Go forth and call the cops, I will go quietly.
Guilty is my only plea
Lock me up; or charge a fee
I beg you let's just get it over with; let justice be."
She then stood up without a word, my presence to depart.
When she came back into the room
She held a golden box; a gloom
Came over me as her smile exposed the darkness in my heart.
For she refused to make me pay for my offence so awful
She said instead, "I always keep
My word and thus I do believe
You are entitled to reward; to me, this act is lawful."
With those words, she opened up the box of brilliant hue
Inside what do you think I found?
It made a steady beating sound.
It was her heart! She spoke, "Good sir, it now belongs to you."
In that moment all my sin and shame was burned away.
I ever was a better man
And living proof that mercy can
Bring back even those of us who've wandered most astray.
Do I regret that crime of mine, committed long ago?
That kiss I stole (it was so sweet)
You ask, That act, would I repeat?
Maybe, but my hand still bears its scars, so likely "no."
There is another way (I wish I'd thought of this before)
I would have firstly stole her heart
This, I think, is rather smart,
For then the kisses would have come without dispute or war.
But as I took the path I did, I'm rather glad I took it,
For now that kiss of hers is mine
It comes to me and doesn't whine
Its gruesome past of cruelty you'd not believe to look at it.
It still is feisty and (I will admit) it sometimes bites
But I know that when she smiles
It's gonna visit me awhile
And then fly back unto her rosebed lips, where it alights.
One day I stole a kiss from you and thought that I could keep it too;
I quickly realized I was wrong
I couldn't keep it very long
But now I know your heart is vastly sweeter. Dear, thank you.
