keepsakes of a gypsywoman...

things kept
things covered up
keeping things

one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine

once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day

things i kept
as i wept

pieces of mine
pieces of time

threadbare thoughts
kept for naught

a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn

a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead

a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed

things i keep
while i still weep

these are the keeping things
things covered up

keepsakes 

for my heart’s sake...

words...

all that is
within my heart
i say to you
each time
i look into
your eyes...