|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*ģ
I have been privileged to see and hear the Gypsy's song and dance ... it comes from the soul. And I am privileged now to read your work.
Love, Joy & Peace,
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|Love and dancing truely go together.
You have painted a ballroom with words
The band I even heard!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Nice. VERY nice, Susan. A certain happy go lucky, joie d' vivre in your lively lines; BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|True love does last forever...Delightful poem..|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A magnificent poetic dance!|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|OMG this is one very well written piece....poetry at its best!!
By far one of your better creations Susan!!
|Reviewed by Pierre Ortega
|I can feel you through every word in this. Pierre.|
|Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
|A tango of emotions, where love reigns supreme. Beautiful and well done, Victor|
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|Oh Susan...this pulls at my heartstrings...and it new! A spark renewed?
|Reviewed by jude forese
|the gypsy heart thrives in you ... excellent poetry!|
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
Your poetry is blooming and soaring to new heights and elevations..
This is the Creme De La Creme !
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Sometimes Susan it is hard to find suprlatives for your poems. such is the case now. Suffice it to say I love every word of this fabulous poem!
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|With this brilliant write, you prove again that you have much to teach us... that is - the writing, of course... dang! My sincere compliments on such vivid scenery.
|Reviewed by A PAX
|i second felix's comments............
|Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
|Lovely and powerful, Susan!!
Eternal Love, Dove
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I cannot find a new word to describe how brilliant this write is or how vivid are the word pictures you created in it. I felt a strange sense of being a part of the dance and could see you in the images you drew on. A you and I were born with Gypsy hearts and only time and distance imprisoned us where we sit.