Shall I call you thief, or killer?
In whispers, you stole my heart,
Stole it away, oh, such thievery!
You, a wonder, a girl of marvel,
Oh girl, shall I call you thief, or killer?
Alas, a killer!
Merciless tormentor, heedless,
Restless, capricious, a flash,
A heart of stone, hard as judgment,
Yet words so soft, so honeyed,
Eyes lined dark, sharp and piercing,
A proud woman, headstrong,
Those eyes, drunk with intoxication,
Some dark, some golden,
Oh, shall I call you thief, or killer?
Alas, a killer!
Sulks, tantrums, a hundred games,
Fights with words, meets in glances,
A sense of doom, a faithless one,
Understands all I might say,
This mischief, this haste, this craving,
Flashes and shines like lightning,
Fickle, restless, a dance and a sway,
Unveiling, concealing, laughing,
Oh, shall I call you thief, or killer?
Alas, a killer!
My soul yearns to hold you close,
To lose myself in spring's embrace,
Or to fly far away,
Laughing amidst the moon and stars,
Oh, beauty's queen, having taken my heart,
Do not now spill the blood of longing,
Let me speak today,
Do not refuse me anything,
Shall I call you thief, or killer?
In whispers, you stole my heart,
Stole it away, oh, such thievery!
You, a wonder, a girl of marvel,
Oh girl, shall I call you thief, or killer?
Alas, a killer!
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