I heard a story of an old gypsy tale, which says in ancient times there was a ceremony among a tribe of gypsies that based on it.
When it was time for young people to get married,
The girls of the tribe would circle around the fire one night, and stand with their backs to the young men who where there to choose their love among them.
Men would go onwards the fire, and walk around the fire, and based on the hair of those girls who were around the fire…
They would choose their spouses and partners…
This is a poem which tells the story of a gypsy girl in this tribe…
Whose heart is in love with a man of the tribe.
But by the irony of the times, when the girls of the tribe gather around the fire… her lover had another choice that night…
This poem is the story of that girl who sees her lover pass by without choosing her…
It says:
Gave away the idea of companionship with her long hair…
That rider left… and did not take.. even a single hair with him…