Dark Gypsy Eyes
In my favorite space, where dreams roam free,
There dances a woman, a sight to see,
A black and gold muse, in every sense,
Beneath the summer sun, so intense.
Her rainbow belt, a colorful arc,
A symbol of dreams, not just a spark,
Eyes, dark gypsy pools, filled with tales untold,
In their depths, one's heart could unfold.
Her gentle soul, as soft as a sigh,
Yet, within her spirit lies a dramatic sky,
A flair for the grand, the theatrical gift,
She's a siren in life's endless drift.
With every step, she weaves a rhyme,
In her presence, time loses its prime,
The world bends to her subtle way,
Under her gaze, night becomes day.
