Gypsy those that I see her every day going with her roses and
her flowers in her way to the market for selling these roses. I like to wait
her every day to see her red hair like the fire which comes from the hell. I
like to follow her to see her hair when flow over her shoulders. I think my
heart flow like her hair and I can’t control my feeling. I can’t look at her
eyes because her eyes full of wild desire to make all men are awaiting her
arrival even look at her eyes. I’m not alone who fond of her figure because her
figure like the sunflower. Sometimes I feel she is boastful or conceited. Maybe
this is my feeling because I haven’t the ambitious to talk with her. I find the
poets wait her to get their inspirations to write more poems and songs about
her magic beauty. In the nights around the bonfire under the full moon we sit
around the singers to hear these songs about her. Every one think he will be
her lover and he will get her heart and her feelings except me Iknow I can’t do that
because I’m not poet or singer just simple lover in her temple which full of
many lovers wait one word from her. I’m satisfied with my feelings only within
my heart.
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