She dances freely with the winds of change,

With wanderlust and courage in her stride,

A gypsy soul, untamed and wild,

With the vast horizon as her guide.

She runs where roaring rivers rush and flow,

Where the stars in skies are littered and strewn,

A wanderer embracing the world with open arms,

Chasing the Golden Sun and the Silver Moon.

Her feet, they tread on paths unknown,

On roads less traveled by,

In every step, lies a journey of its own,

Beneath the blue expanse of the open sky

She's the whispering winds in the forest,

The echo of laughter in the pouring rain,

A fleeting shadow in the velvet night,

Not bound by chains, nor love or pain.

She feels the familiar pull of heartstrings,

The melody of the harp, so bittersweet,

Yet at love's tender calling, she finds a swift retreat.

To save her restless heart from its defeat.

A heart that’s armor clad and beats a lonely drum,

And dances to a rhythm of its own,

Fearing if she stays too long, to sorrow she'll succumb.

Her gypsy soul knows only how to roam.

She's wild, a spirit soaring free,

With wanderlust, across the earth she roams,

Yet in her ocean eyes, a silent plea,

For a destination, somewhere to call home.

Complicated, broken, and tattered at the seems,

Yet so bold and beautifully unbound,

She's a mystery that may never be solved,

A missing puzzle piece that may never be found.

So let her run, let her chase the sun,

Let her drift, un anchored, Let her dream her dreams,

If not, the wind will steal her soon enough,

Her gypsy heart belongs to golden beams.

And though she’ll never linger for too long,

She’ll leave you breathless, and in her wake, you'll find,

The memories of a love so fervent and strong,

On your heart, her mark’s forever left behind.