You remind me of a Gypsy,
So full of life and free.
Others try to condemn you,
But, they're too blind to see.
You remind me of a flower,
That's growing in the wild.
So filled with vibrant power,
Yet, as innocent as a child.
You remind me of a butterfly,
That floats upon the breeze.
So pleasing to the watching eye,
Every motion done with ease.
But of all the things,
You seem to be,
Can best be said ... with,
You're a lady to me.