Pity how the wind blows
And how love is lost.
But all isn't as it seems.
The Gypsy King has been lost,
But my love for him lingers...
First only a dying ember,
Smothered by abandonment.
but now a full fledged flame,
stoked by a knowing heart.
He will never return,
but love knows no bounds.
surely as my heart whispers
Its prayers
The universe listens.
Namaste, Gypsy King.
when your traveling days are done
Remember your heart has a home.
LTG
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