MY GYPSY GIRL

A Poem by Tandin

love poem

December nights are hard to pass through,
When those lonely nights are touched and are found coldly untrue,
The raw wounds would have been soon healed
And would have washed away my blood with the autumn rain,
If it wasn't for your smell that wounded me again.

Oh! I would have been always there for you,
I would have turned the night-clouds hasty blue.

I never thought I could feel it again,
My arms are wide open; it’s making me insane.
for again I am in love with this gypsy girl
And with those hair rings of her flawless curl.
I shall keeps her warm through endless storm,
I shall blow my breath to keep her warm.