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.