You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.
We werent exactly lovers yet, But we were a little more then friends. We just kept meeting at the wrong time, but our connection never ends.
We are unfinished business, A story left unwritten A poem without words And dream with a vision.
I don't know what it is with you, but I somehow become more a woman when ever your around.
I think it's important as a women to know who you are and what you deserve. We, ourselves set the boundaries of what we choose to accept. Instead of complaining about the men who's actions don't fit your own & move on and find one that does.
Magic existed in his eyes, his energy as he lived his daily life. I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest, but if by chance this happened; it wouldn't last the test. because there's much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet. His arms will hold my fears, but he won't carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope. When we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest, I will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire.