Gypsy Heart

A camp chair,

Your words and a guitar;

That smile,

That says you don’t care.

Wild hair,

And your fingers on the strings;

A bonfire,

And the memories it brings...

Your feet,

Tapping with your song;

I’d sigh,

Though I’d know it’s wrong

To lose my wild heart

To the songs you sing,

To look at you

And, knowing what you bring,

Still sing along with you,

Still string along with you;

Once more until you leave,

Cause that’s all you have to give –

Borrowed hours with your gypsy heart.


Written for the challenge - Donna the Buffalo's 'I See How You Are' @ "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads".