Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Storms,
those whirlwinds and symphonies
in the sky,
nourish her midnight soul
and comfort her gypsy spirit.
Those tempests amplify
the starlight in her eyes,
the moonbeams in her veins.

Don't tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn't do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.