Gypsy Soul

I'm like a planet on a corkscrew gravitational pull,
Drifting from one lonesome soul to the next.
Being tugged long,
My feet dancing under me,
Being swept away by the unheard music,
That makes me sway in this stranger's arms.
I cannot sit still, I cannot relax.
My soul is not meant to stay on the ground,
It is not meant to stay in one bed.
My heart is give, give, give.
With a little bit of painful take.
You can take me home all you want,
But this wild soul cannot be tamed.
By the time the sun caresses the horizon,
I'll be far off in another's bed.
The song of the wind is what moves me so,
Keeping me a drift in this never ending cycle.

I was like that planet in a corkscrew gravitational pull,
I had no sun, no one thing that could hold me still.
Until one day he came along,
Like a small light in the darkest of caves,
I couldn't let go, I couldn't move away.
My corkscrew gravity was pulled straight,
It was pulled taut, my only connection to him.
I soon found myself wanting to surround myself
In his glorious light, he is my very sun.
The center of my life, like the beauty of the moon.
Like a pirouetting ballet dancer,
I dance to the beat of his heart,
I sway to the sound of his voice.
He brings me home on the darkest of nights,
He pulls me into his bed, warmth is where I stay.
The sun kisses the horizon in its colorful way,
My gypsy soul has found its home in the most unexpected place.