Gypsy Violin - Poem by chantelle ribeiro
It aches when I breathe
I search your eyes
looking for a trace of your soul
You stare at me sometimes
I pretend that I don't know
When will it begin
of something better?
When will you show
If what I read in your heart
If what I feel inside my being
is what I'll come to know?
You play me like a gypsy violin
your hot and cold symphony
And leave me breathless in my dreams
is all this just a fantasy?
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