Gypsy shielding from the Cold

There I was walking down the lonely street, little did I know who I would now meet

Upon the turn, under the lonely street lamp,the night was heavy , misty and damp

Stood she, with her hair flowing and her eyes deeply set and bold

I found my solace in them, like a gypsy shielding from the cold

Like a balm she was, on withered nerves

Arms like a warm blanket on a frosty day

Warmth that traveled in my veins, my curdling blood has found its flow

Slowly creeping on my face, spreading a mild glow

Never can I forget her eyes that sparkled mysteriously,

when so beautiful they were , as I told

I found my solace in them, like a gypsy shielding from the cold.

Her smooth skin like an innocent new born child

Hair that would mess and stray about, like flowers in the wild

The way her slender fingers, amassed her flowing hair

She gathered the pieces of my heart and made her place there

Every time I would say goodbye, her speak able eyes would go misty within their mold

I found my solace in them, like a gypsy shielding from the cold.

Her presence in my life, was like fresh dew upon the sleepy morning grass

Her soul  entwined and combined in me, like towards fire , myriad pieces of broken glass

Those sexy moaning sounds her voice made, the heart-touching words she always said

Her smile that captured everyone and how seeing me, her eyes danced within her eyelids fold

I had found my solace within them once…. like a gypsy shielding from the  cold.