Green

Love is like a gypsy, far and wide; forever fleeting and fickle. Chasing her is futile but so sweet, her taste is ever so temporary. Bites like venom and makes you numb for the night, floating in a mist of vague memories. The bed is empty again as the sun burns your eyes, her scent lingers in the air as it beckons you to chase her again. You gather your longing and continue to cross the land in search for that sweet taste again.