Of late a woman casually dressed with raven hair
Has stolen books from my run down shop
The books are only worth of few euros each
Her behaviour fascinates me as do her choices
She tends to steal books on classical philosophy
By secreting them under her sloppy joe
I am thinking of offering her a job as my assistant
But fear that my true motives are not as altruistic as they seem
And that she will see through me and fade away