Gypsy with a Heart of Gold

She laughs too loud, Sometimes for too long.
She feels your pain, sometimes too much.

She can love you all night and make you feel like a king.
She will love you even though she wont get a ring.

The price you pay to be with her ranges.
Sometimes you pay with wine, sometimes dollars or clothes.
It's a barter system on the most unusual kind.

She trades random goods for a night of compassion.
She takes your desire for her body and exchanges it for a moments passion.

She desires to please you, but her body is only the beginning of what she offers.
She lays down with you, then lets you tell your tale of woe and loss.

She takes your pain and adds it to hers.
She knows she is stronger and can carry the burden.

She lights your night with her smile and her love.
Then she sets you free to return to your world,
knowing that you have been relieved if only for a while.

The gypsy smiles a sad smile as she imagines the day
that she will be willing to let someone in to her world again,
into her heart again to love her and help carry her pain.

She knows she is and may always be a whore with a heart of gold.

Back again...

Been living and thinking and doing and moving forward... when I get a second I have a new poem-thing to post.

I also plan on updating about my life. Lot's has changed and stayed the same since I last stopped in.