Gypsy Eyes
Beautiful painted Vardo’s and smooth olive skin
Glistening from outside and beauty locked pure within
Precious metal of gold; yellow, rose and solid white
Sat by the camps log fire telling stories through the night
Tarot cards of wisdom and future yet to be told
Close as mother nature as they travel through the cold
Crystal balls enchanted with the gypsy ladies blood
Fortune telling so potent that the heart begins to flood
Men of honour proudly leaded by the gypsy king chief
Ladies sleep inside whilst the men all sleep beneath
Mystery arises, can they sense the of deepness of lies
Enchantment and mystical admiring true gypsy eyes
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