Sweet Gypsy
Who is that there across the room
Don't you dare turn to walk away
For if you leave now you're doing it again way too soon
Just look at her there as you remember her, so instead why not stay
Recall seeing her for the first time under that full moon
She is the very reason you could never quite give your heart completely away
Her heart, from your love, could never stray
She has always held your heart as you have held hers
You each believe in your love towards the other is not what they deserve
You think, as does she about you, that she should have the world beckoning at her feet and
you know you can't give it
So within your own minds you go crazy with love bit by bit
If only you both would understand that in your own minds when it comes to loving the other
it just doesn't matter
To have the other to hold, you both know you would give up just about anything and
everything but instead you each let your souls be forever tattered
But until that can be foreseen you both do so well with the games of pretend
You both do know
If you try to leave true love, that love will not just let you go
And broken hearts will not ever mend
Such a enraptured, bewitching tale of a spell that was cast upon you both over time
With a love so true and full of passion losing it once again would certainly be a crime
You think with her, you gave it all you had and now you are wondering why you are having
some shadows of doubts
Because what you still hold for only her you have no way to which it seems to get out
Feelings of wild emotion with no sense of reason or rhyme
An undying surrenderous devotion that pain is ever so sweet
To her you are the only one who has ever quite been able to fully knock her off her feet
So look again and lose yourself in the moment where your eyes meet
Look deeply take that time to make yet another memory
Observe her every movement and then you might just realize your love should be
True love can be suicide it will bring you both to your knees
All the while each of your hearts are forsaking
And your souls are constantly bleeding and aching
From her you will never be absolutely free
Who's that standing there across the room, well there's no one else there's only me
Waiting there for you with my open arms, ever so faithfully
So to the red rose grows the passion so concentrate closely then you will forever see
Your true one and only your sweet gypsy
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