I travled the red glay lands
Holding only hope in my hands
Always heading to the west
Many nights i layed in the dirt to rest
The days were dry on this trail i had chosen
Approach a coach over the horison
Pulled by one strong white steed
And a gypsy princess at the lead
My eyes were playing tricks indeed
Wipping them clean of the dusty air
I seen the gypsy rose in her hair
My inerbishen fell wild and bare
For her angel beauty was rare
Our two lost hearts did not shy
As we fell in love under stars
In the clear dark desert sky
Gypsy love beautifully written..........the gypsies elements that matters! !
Oh i have to know who the inspiration for this one was. This was so excellent. It's not fair of how good of a poet you are -.- lol ^_^ -Tess
wow! ! ! ! ! ! a gypsy princess at the lead what imagery ++++++10 regards anjali
I would say this is pretty, or maybe beautiful, but I am afraid that wouldnt cover how neat this poem really is. no it's more like stunning or spectacular. the flow in this is amazing great job. you give your reader so many images. Becca
This is a beautiful poem so heartfelt. I am so glad to know the mystery of what your heart desires. Great piece. I bow out giving you a 10..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi There. A very romantic soul has written this peice. well done an enjoyable read. Regards Dave T. **10**