She waltzed,
through the Mango vineyard,
Into a grove all dressed,
With Honeysuckles,
Tender as waves,
She danced with a Sweet melody,
With the Evening wind,
Combing her Honey violin hair,
It had Exquisite crescendos,
With a Heavenly kiss of infinity,
There were Roses,
in the Vineyard lanes,
Who wore her Beautys affinities,
She sighed to them,
I\'ll sway with you,
If you are sweet,
as your dress is red,
And our sadness shall fled,
The Midnight sky,
was like an Ocean vast,
With Shimmering stars and waves,
The Moon, an Ethereal gypsy,
Whose love keeps its canvas,
Luminous,
Thats what the Sweet melody hymned,
With its Exquisite crescendos,
Another Exotic gypsy,
Shimmied through the Vineyard,
With her thigh high boots,
And velvet hem,
The cool wings,
of their Sultry brows,
Blushed with their Sweet gaze,
The Exotic gypsy sighed,
You\'re just like a Nightingale,
With your Ballerina curves,
I love how your hips,
like a lake,
Sensuously and Serenely swerves,
And the Roses, the Moon,
And Love is all that really matters,
And the Vineyard gypsies,
WithIn the Vibrant stillness,
They hymned just like Nightingales,
And Swayed like Midnight roses,
In all their sweet candle poses
Reynaldo Casison