The Evening Is a dream
Of maples and pretty stars
Luminous moon
All of her Is the Love of you
All of your fine wine love
Is the Sweet Exotic beauty of her
It Is Spring
and her bohemian rose sway
needs no fur
Only the Moonlight
Sunflowers and Rain
With Loves champagne caress
She has gone waltzing
With Nostalgia
Surreal
As Salsa ballerinas and waves
Upon the golden heavenly shores
And Even when its not raining
It seems to be raining
For She is a Woman like the Rain
For the Irises
Roses
and Sunflowers of Our love
WithIn
She Is always moonlight
honey and Midnight rain
And that is why you love her so
When the compassions
of her exotic beauty is all aglow
And
With rare honey flows
Reynaldo Casison