Gypsy Melody

Play me a gypsy melody
on a sweet mandolin.
Let it make me cry a bit
to fit the mood I'm in.

Gathered 'round the campfire
with the stars above.
Let the sparks from the flame
reach the one I love.

The fortune teller among you
take hold of my hand.
Tell me if you see for me
a golden wedding band?

If you don't it's okay.
I've been hurt before.
I'll cry along with the mandolin
that plays for a heart that's sore.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!