Gypsy Denizen

I can tell you of the disasterous things that have happened, carving me into the person I am. But, I feel it's best to save them for another time. As of late my sordid ways have led me to a precious treasure. One that gives in return the rarest of gifts that I have felt in life. She brings me to life and raises my imagination to peaks that I did not know existed. Despite the fact that she's another man's wife, our transgression came to a point that neither of us could have resisted.

It's more than just looks (though, she is the prettiest woman I've seen). It's the way we make each other laugh, the way we can say that I am her king and she is my queen.

We would likely live in squalor for just a little while. At least until our heads clear and we can begin to look at what's worthwhile. My silly ways are sacrificial but they are what makes me, me. However, destitute is not an option for the person that stands by me. It's a good reserve to have the knowledge to know how to survive. I've always reserved to change some things for the person that makes me feel alive. It's not to say I won't always be the person that I am, it is to say though I'll justify being a gypsy denizen.