Stolen Kisses

The true skill of a thief
Can only be measured
By the items they steal
and how much they're treasured.
Thus it is now
That I tell you with pride
I can steal the one thing
That most try to hide.
Gold and jewels are too easy.
They're really a bore.
So I steal the one thing
Of which I want more.
A thief of the heart
Is what you might say
But even love's luster
Will soon fade away.
So I simply steal kisses
No less and no more
But kisses are perfect
and worth stealing for.
So I practice my art
I don't want to be fast
I work slowly and gently
To make that kiss last.
See, kisses only exist
When two pairs of lips lock
So I must constantly work
To replenish my stock.
Everyone can make more
Some won't admit that they do
So I'll teach you my art
And steal kisses from you.