Gipsy

I, the man with the red scarf,
Will give thee what I have, this last week's earnings.
Take them and buy thee a silver ring
And wed me, to ease my yearnings

For the rest, when thou art wedded
I'll wet my brow for thee
With sweat, I'll enter a house for thy sake.
Thou shalt shut doors on me.
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.