Thief of Me - Dot Allison

What kind of stillness is love

To cause these white horses on my sea

What kind of beauty is this

To cut me down so enviously

Love thief of me

The siren’s voice upon the breeze

Love remorseless thief of me

The siren’s voice upon the breeze

What kind of reverence for art

Tossed like an old coin into the sand

What kind of warmth in romance

Falls like deepest snow upon my dreams

Love thief of me

The siren’s voice upon the breeze

Love remorseless thief of me

The siren’s voice upon the breeze

Love thief of me

The siren’s voice upon the breeze

Love remorseless thief of me

The siren’s voice upon the breeze

The siren’s voice upon the breeze