She is a lovely gipsy artist who brings love into my life
She also speaks to the moon and shines brightly like the sun
while remaining serene like the stars.
She reminds me of a wild flower child;
her features make me smile;
her hair sings a melody as it blows in the wind;
she calls to me softly with love in her voice;
her eyes convey the love she carries within her.
Her kisses awaken every emotion in me,
and her touch feels like feathers brushing my skin
She is a stunning bohemian painter who caresses me with her soul
and warms me with her heart.
She is my soul mate,
the love of my life,
everything that is good in the world to me,
and the wild gipsy flower child in this old hippie's life.
For the traditional straight woman who dated me
despite my sexual orientation and pronouns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem