A Gypsy Courted Me

A gypsy courted me
with silence in his eyes
and violets from his mouth.
"Steal not my heart!"
my soul implored...
for surely it has value more
than trinkets meant for trade?
With punished look,
and tender sighs...
his gaze at last did speak.
The violets turned to ivy whose
long vines then brushed my feet.
'Twas then I knew this gypsy...
was not the only thief.

Written May 2001