as the sailor takes the locks of hair,
and prisons a piece of cloth or picture.
The wealthy have overbought and undersold their memories.
Even if they duplicate your treasures,
they still will never love them
for the reasons you have learned to love them.
It's a painful mistake on her part,
to try and become someone just because that someone may
prettier, truly more free.
But she will not learn that.
And out of everything you can give her, you cannot teach her
to love herself.
...And she sees it.
And can't stand that with all of her riches she can't buy your happiness.
I think you are the kindest soul I can't ever meet.
And if guarding your simple joys is the only wrong you are
then i think you are the more noble than I.
You deserve your treasures,
And a true gypsy would never let them out of sight.
I will give you a chest with lock and key.
And i will help you fill it with goodness.
If you don't want me to know where you have buried that, I
will respect that too.
just remember that no money can buy a shovel long enough to
dig down into your heart.
Hell or high water my love.
You are so big in my world.