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