Your heart's not on your sleeve love, it's in your eyes.

I can't come up with anything else that doesn't sound gay right now. But this line came into my head as I was cleaning the kitchen and pondering. Maybe one day I'll come up with lines to do it justice.

Your gypsy heart is free...

Twirl of skirts, shake of tambourine
Her gypsy heart dances in the twilight
Without fears, without regrets
She lets her passions conquer

Love- a blessing or a curse?
Can it cage her spirit?
With a whisper and a kiss
She longs to fly away...

Written 9/1/06.
Revised 2/2009.