Crafty Thief

There's a glint in his eye,

A certain purse to his lips,

The way he tilts his chin up,

And looks at me.

He's up to something mischievous.

The look of a child

Plotting his conquest to the cookie jar.

I'm wary, but when it happens,

The anger never holds.

For I swear, all he does,

He does to make me smile.

Even when he cuddles closer

to steal the coveted warmth,

flops on top of me

from the back of the couch,

attacks me

with frozen fingers,

He smiles goofily.

How could I be mad

When love makes short work

of the sanity in us all?

He had stolen my heart.

But how could I be upset,

When it was in such gentle hands?

I hope to never see that glint

Leave his eye,

For it means something unexpected.

And I do enjoy living life,

Balancing on the tips of my toes,

And falling all over for him.