Passionate heart thief
By anonymously me 
Call me a thief of passionate hearts...
Passionate arts collide as I seek after
True love now a lost art...
Never foretold to last forever but 
The words one spewed held no type of 
Things together this has been foretold  
Because nothing true ever last's forever...
The God of love and Goddesses have passed away...
Due to these soulless heartless bodies nowadays...
I'm on my path on my way...
But all I see are broken hearts in my way...
Cool and awkward romantic things you can find on google
Today
so nothing seems truly creative nowadays...
Past love becomes a future infatuation without trying...
Becoming addicted to the thought of love
Rather than the person to love...
So then ur truly out of love and seeking for 
Other things around love...
Never seen a relationship without a bumpy path...
Yet youngens nowadays giving up at the first sign of a 
Bump upon that path...
Love is never smooth sailing
so why get mad when a storm comes a wailing...
Sailing to my cape of good hope...
Yet I learned to hope less...
And to swim in an ocean called hopelessness 
To avoid disappointment...

Just call me the passionate heart thief...
Upon this poem I lay my heart beat...

You can hear my heart beat running faster as I run through these lines like a subliminal master...
It doesn't matter yet when does it matter...
The master of love is the one whom no one is truly after...
Where all actors in this world a ploy a pawn...
To reality serving time for the sins the old ones created and in the future we can see there will be a commonality...