The Agenda: Day 200
I tell myself this story as I walk back to the house on the hill.
It keeps me calm, it makes me smile.
There was once a young girl with deep red hair
whose heart was bewitched by a gypsy’s stare
he captivated her from their very first dance
foolish to believe they had a chance
one Midsummer they talked by the light of the moon
fell asleep on a haystack and woke at noon
married by accident, what a mess
caused the red haired girl so much stress
but gypsy love is fair and true
he worked hard, her to woo,
this story is unbelievable? Too clever?
Haven’t you heard? A gypsy loves forever!
I bet he thinks I won’t come.
I’m so nervous, and excited.
I’m finally ready to give everything, and to receive everything.
It’s time for me to make a new home.