Finding Love (a poem dedicated to Gypsy)
For the good in us allFinding LoveI met a girl and she said to me, “Would you like to join me under this tree?” Her hair was as gold, her lips cherry red, I lost my thoughts. What was that she said?“I'm sorry.” I stuttered, like a teenage boy. I blushed and she smiled, her eyes full of joy. She patted the ground, upon which she sat, Her eyes both sparkling like the Cheshire cat.My heart skipped a beat as I moved to her side. I tried looking ca...