Before dawn, the red of May blooms in sight,
Will you one day seek redemption’s light?
On Newport Street, two separate ways we roam,
Splendid and terrible, the secrets in our chest,
To the kleptomaniac lover, wealth is the poorest quest.

Before the dawn, the crimson of May does gleam,
Will you someday, in solitude, redeem?
A nocturne’s melody, finding our home,
Compensation stolen is a splendid dread,
To the kleptomaniac’s heart, love’s secrets spread.

Before the dawn, the rose of May does bloom,
Will you, one day, seek reparations for doom?
In the witching hours–where the blood red rose displays…
Splendid and terrible, the passions’ flight,
For the kleptomaniac lover’s heart, a fateful night.

Before the sun’s up, in May’s fiery hue,
Will you ever find what you’re looking to do?
Love’s magic unfolds in mysterious ways.
Redemption is a puzzle, splendid and wild,
For the kleptomaniac lover, it’s quiet, yet beguiled.

Red May before dawn, a secret unfurls,
Will you, one day, find wealth in love’s pearls?
lover’s whisper, like thieves in the night,
Splendid and terrible, the path we trace,
To the kleptomaniac’s heart, in this quiet space.

Before dawn, the red of May blooms in sight,
Two thieves, their stolen treasures cast aside, take flight.
The witching hour’s charm, a moon’s pale light,
In Newport Street, two separate ways we roam,
For love’s redemption, we seek a different home.

In the nocturne’s embrace, we find our song,
A melody of passion, where we both belong,
To the kleptomaniac’s heart, love’s secrets spread,
Red like a rose, May’s bloom, a promise in the air,
Before dawn breaks, we’ll find what’s rare.

Splendid and terrible, the secrets in our chest,
Once stolen desires, now in love’s sweet nest.
In solitude, redemption’s path we tread.
To the kleptomaniac lover, love’s eternal quest,
No more stolen goods, but hearts truly blessed.

Before the sun’s up, in May’s fiery hue,
Two thieves in love, their daring days through.
In the nocturne’s embrace, their song they find,
Love’s magic unfolds in mysterious ways,
As they trade stolen goods for tender displays.

Red May before dawn, a secret unfurls,
Two thieves turned lovers, in love’s gentle swirls.
A melody of passion, in hearts intertwined.
Splendid and terrible, the passions’ flight,
Two thieves giving up thievery for love’s pure light.

This is part of a TABLE OF CONTENTS restraint poem- In this constraint, I have taken a Poetry Anthology originally published in 1925. Each section contains 20-40 titles. My Constraint was to use as many words as possible in the table of contents to construct a new Poem.