Gypsy Poem by Aden Zincke

Your haunting music fills the air as you're passing through
Searching for a new abode but none is home to you
Rags and tatters cover you and make-up clouds your eyes
Forever searching for your home for Gypsy Paradise
You see the future in your cards and dance and drink your Moons
Forever cursed the Gypsy way, a flower withered, blooms
You gather in your caravans. Sell tricks unto the 'poor'
Clouds they follow you around a curse and a cure
And none is bound to you no outside love let in
I've searched around the globe for you, my unforgiven sin
But mystery shrouds your face in neither here nor there
You're a Gypsy to the last and now you've dissapeared
My heart alone belongs to you, You're memory forever taunts
It's your gypsy curse I know that forever haunts
Years have passed but still you're here, your music on the wind
And the curse you brought to me. You I'll never find