His voice was full of gravel,
like the years had taken their toll
the funny thing though,
is he wasn’t that old,
he was in love with a gypsy woman
with a heart of gold & eyes black as coal
He stood in her doorway, shaking off bitter
winter cold, then he pulled a ring from
inside his old coat pocket folds
He said he’d “be the happiest man alive”
if he had her forever to hold
She smiled wide and she said “yes”,
her deep dark eyes glowed,
she said “you’ve had me for so long,
almost since the day you said “hello”
By: J.N.R Dutton