March to mend

When my love is glowing,

In the stars,

With your exotic gaze,

And the rain,

Is kissing,

The rivulets of your hair,

Our love shall draw,

The curtains,

Of the velvet clouds,

And your Beauty,

Loosen,

from its robes and shrouds,

The harbor moon,

And my love,

Shall be the sweetest dress,

Youve ever worn,

Ones that never been torn,

In sultry corset dalliance,

And its irises and sunflowers,

Would dance,

And March to mend,

Your love that bows,

And,

With roses bends

Reynaldo Casison