A poem about the Gypsy.

Karma will always get you back.

Life is beautiful when we are together.

A slight rewrite of an earlier slight rewrite, only more so.

It wasn’t long ago
when I,
while walking down a path….

The fragile span of memory’s bridge,
through life’s most unexpected phase ….

What is it about that evil eye?

Eyes are the window to the soul.

Winning her love seems an impossible task.

When you find a love that is true
your heart will sing a joyful tune.