We danced like gypsies in the heat of day, <br />and matched our colors bright and gay, <br />and music strings brought tears of love, <br />and bands of strolling players moved above, <br />our village tent. <br /> <br />Then when the music stops, and day <br />of love is done, and colors then are grey, <br />I will recall the gypsy dance and flame, <br />and call it back from lowered calming fire. <br /> <br />For we did dance and we did sing, <br />and we did love with every Spring, <br />as summer heat lit up the lovers field, <br />no winter snow will ice what we did feel. <br /> <br />I will recall the gypsy dance and fire, <br />and if your gone i will be sad and tire, <br />for in my heart and dreams you stay, <br />and we can dance the night away, <br />in dreams. <br /> <br />For true love never leaves the heart, <br />it is my guide to follow life's uneven chart, <br />though grey, I always will recall the gypsy dance, <br />to fire my dreams, <br /> the kiln of life, <br /> now with an aged stance. <br /> <br />For we did dance and we did sing, <br />and we did love with every Spring, <br />as Summer heat lit up the lovers field, <br />no winter snow will ice what we did feel.<br /><br />Bernard Kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gypsy-dance-of-love/
