Untitled Love poem

The wine did spill upon our blanket and We, slightly tilted, did laugh at ourselves for being so unabashed. No worries. And it was then, I feeling more Gypsy than usual, did stand only to fall upon the ground. And We laughed again! I rose again accomplishing the feat whilst touching the fingertips of my Love’s soft hand. “Dear Lady”, said I, and finding my words somewhat loose and languid, did try all the more to speak in a manner more custom to a Gypsy. “Dear Lady, I reckon too much wine We’ve had here today, But I wish it to empress upon You my “words of Love and Motive.” She did look upon my eyes with question and a slight twisted smile, no doubt the wine. Perhaps a smile to entice, for She is so beautiful! And again did I speak in my manner so serious, She almost giggled! “Ahem” said I, “I look at the Woman afore mine Eyes, Her smile, Her laugh, Her kisses do bring my Soul meaning!” “Lady, tis not reason We are here, yet methinks tis Fate which has wrought.” “And so it is that I shall give You my words which You can endear, or cast aside, but remember this...I speak from My Heart.” “Doing so, Dear Lady, I stand afore Thee naked, alone and subject.” She did slightly giggle and Her smile grabbed My Heart e’ermore! .... “I’ve Liv’d n Lov’d many a Lifetime. Been the Minion to Chance and Circumstance affording Me the moment to be Prince n Pauper.” “I’ve crossed Oceans fer Love n made Promises which were dashed! An’ there’s some things I’d rather not done and much more to do! I’ve seen the World in Mine own “Wee One’s” eyes n held Me Mother’s hand as She slipped quietly away from this life.” “I’ve ne’er tried to tell a Lie n I’ll die a’lookin’ fer the Truth. I’m perfectly Imperfect n step high in Me gait! An’ Me shoulders ‘ave hunkered whilst Love said goodbye.” “Yet all this is Me an’ some disagree wi’ Me attitude t’ward livin’ n dyin’. Tis that, no more! Must be the “Gypsy” inside.’ “Howe’er, Dear Lady, I can only say this.” “Were not fer this Moment, were not fer this Chance, do I reach out to You and ask fer a Dance.” “Tis music I hear when You speak in Me ears. An’ flowers do grow upon the Path that You walk.” “Yes, I’ve Loved many a time, but seems...wi’out reason, or rhyme. An’ maybe, jus’ maybe, I’m giv’n One More Time.” .... And upon the blanket in evenin’ Sun, did the Gypsy and the Lady exchange Their Love. ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~