The very first time I heard the song Gypsy Woman in 1970 I wanted to, like the lyrics read, “hold her near and kiss and forever whisper in her ear” that I loved her.
I imagined an incomparable exotic woman beyond my most hopeful dreams of an ideal woman for me.
I imagined being mesmerized watching her dance while her graceful dance moves enthralled my heart, and when her eyes met mine being instantly totally irrevocably in love with her.
And when the music stopped and she finished dancing, I imagined her smiling at me and walking toward me and my heart beating faster and faster as she approached me looking so enchanting, so incredibly beautiful.
The moment she reached me I imagined we’d embrace, and I’d say I love you, and she’d reply I love you too, as if we’d been in love forever.
And we’d walk away hand in hand into a rekindled, everlasting love.
Yeah, I know. I kinda got carried away when I heard that song, lol.
Bob Boyd