Dreamy is the fog that floats ‘round lover’s hearts, Serch Bythol one might say, as love has everlasting feelings Love is a treasure, wanted by many, acquired by few Many hath warned of love and pain’s coupled proceedings Love is but the heart’s burglar. Those who have it, naught envy those who desire it Desired, it is sought after Possessed, it is all-knowing And unattainable, is strengthened by the crafter Love is but the heart’s burglar. Viewed by the attainers, It is but unconditional and eternal, Never fraying, never crumbling, A lover’s partner is their spoken journal. Love is but the heart’s burglar. Viewed by all those with a lack of it, Love is fantastical and mystical, It is so unbelievable, it is studied studiously, Unique is love, loyal and never egotistical. Love is but the Heart’s burglar. Mia S. (Year 9 student)
