It is no lie

Break a true gypsy heart

It will haunt you for life

Your senses will be dulled

Your food will not taste good

Art will not inspire you

Lilacs, lilies, lavender; will have no scent

You will find no pleasure in silk and satin

Music will lose it’s magic

You will forget the words to your favorite songs

Laughter will feel forced and foreign

Your travels will be weary

Your days will ring empty

Your nights will ache lonely

Your pockets will be wanting

Your heart will feel heavy

Be forewarned!