Thief with the key

The bitter fruit of a love turned sour
Had poisoned my blood,
Turned my heart to lead

The aching sadness of years of hope
Turned to nothing
Where my love had been

The numbness of days that passed
With no expectation left
Save that it too should pass

The disappointment that cut
Like a knife through
My blackened soul

The tears that never fell
For they would have
Shown all that I had lost

I was strong, wasn’t I?
I was smart, wasn’t I?
I was not loved, was I?.

Too strong and smart
To be weak like this
And yet I was, wasn’t I?

Did you see this in my eyes
As you crept, like a thief
Into the dark recess of my mind?

Did you know that my heart
Was locked in a box, buried deep
Which no man could find?

Did you feel the fear in my hands
As they locked with yours,
How did those knots unwind?

How did you unravel the puzzle?
How did you turn back the clock?
How did you find the key and break the lock?
How did you know I could be saved?

For I did not.

I have so many words to say and yet
They fail me now.
When I need to find the words
I don’t know how.

But let me try.

You are good and kind and true.
You are brave and proud and free.
You give me love and ask for naught.

You kindled the flames of my desire,
You brought passion to my soul.
For all these things, I love you.

Kolya, you are the thief
With the key to my heart.