Cabaret lady

The evening light,

Caresses her like a cabaret and still rose,

 

Her tenderness,

dances in its loving waves

 

And we love the luminous beauty,

Of her gaze,

Through these lonely days

 

Her love,

Through the velvet curtains,

Of the evening light,

Embraces like rose petals,

And warm moons

 

Her willow Body,

Svelte and voluptuous,

As iris fields and deep sonata hills,

 

The evening light,

Caresses,

Her like a cabaret and damp iris,

 

Our sighs gallop like Crescent moons,

To the sweet shores of her loveliness

Reynaldo Casison