Thoughts of an ordinary person

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In shadows deep where darkness blinds,
A robber's heart, a secret finds,
A love forbidden, yet so profound,
In whispered tales, where stories abound.

He, a bandit of the night's embrace,
She, a princess with ethereal grace,
Their worlds collide in destiny's game,
United, though they bear a different name.

Her beauty radiates, a moonlit glow,
His ruggedness, a wild fire's flow,
The thief's desire, oh, how it swells,
A yearning born from ancient spells.

Amidst the jewels, the riches untold,
He longs to hold her, as stories unfold,
His heart, a vault of stolen desires,
Her smile, a treasure, he endlessly admires.

But fate, a cruel master, plays its part,
For love like theirs must stay in the dark,
Bound by the chains of their separate lives,
Yet entwined through stolen glances, their knives.

He steals her sighs on nights of thievery,
Her whispered words, his silent reverie,
He wanders through her dreams, unseen,
A phantom presence in her royal scene.

Oh, how his heart aches, a tempest's wrath,
To hold her close, to follow love's path,
But honor and duty stand in their way,
A cruel tale, where love becomes prey.

And so, the robber weaves his stolen dreams,
In verses pure as moonlit streams,
A poetry of love, forever untold,
A story written in the stars, he holds.

For a robber's love, fierce and bold,
Within his soul, its flames unfold,
In clandestine moments, shadows trace,
A love that dwells in secret, in timeless grace.