Stealing kisses

You were there to steal kisses,
and I don’t mind

Flying around
with your Tinkerbell wings,
sprinkling stardust and shimmer,
asking if I would like some color
in my crystal clear eyes

In my mansion of Forever,
I grew fond of goodbyes

I started to see what you mean
when you say that time flies

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Eventually,
like time,
you fly

You flutter away
having spent most of your sparkle,
having to adjust
to lack of light,

having to grow fond of darkness

You let go of shimmer,
fireflies do the work

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In my mansion of Forever,
you awaken –

Your wings, still there,
Your sparkle – regained

Night-time turned into crystal
one of your eyes

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As daylight, it becomes clear –

You were there to steal kisses,
I am here to steal hearts

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Close to my own,
I am still holding yours