For The Love Of A Woman

She has dreams in her eyes,
And smiles to offer you..
She doesn't mind if you take them..
She'd but kiss and bid adieu..

She has a song for a laugh,
And verses for words..
With a flourish, she pushes her hair back,
And her feet do a dance for a walk..

She's got little treasures in her belt
That she's found on the beaches of her dreams..
She is an enchanting spell,
Fair to all and generous to few..

She's shown me her trinkets,
At the far end of our slumber..
Glimpses of the beauties that she's got,
Peeking out of her purse, luring me close..

I know a gypsy woman,
And I've seen her sleep..
I know her elaborate dance,
And I've seen her steal..

She is mesmerising, her beauty baffling..
When she snores, when she glides,
When she cleans, when she steals,
And most of all, when she smiles those dreamy smiles..

I love this gypsy girl.
For everything she could be,
For everything she was in the light
Of my fantasies..

I love this gypsy girl.
And forever I will..
For my heart is in her little palm,
Dreaming, hoping, hopelessly smitten.


Here's wishing a happy birthday to the woman I love.. We've broken each other's hearts, over and over with love, among other things, and we keep coming back. You, Neha, are my woman. You are my family. I love you.