Gypsy Love
The moonbeams dance through my windowpane
Wanting shelter from the cold night
Stars shine bright in the sky
Like the light in your eyes-
Gems that whisper tales of love
From long ago.
My gypsy love,
Go steal those gems for me
So that I may remember
All that is lost
The stars
The moon
Our love.
~ A Skribble by Amy, 2005
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