She was lounging upon the veranda
In her moonlit robe
She had awoken from dream
By the sweet melodies of rain
That She loves to naturally sing
For It gives her Love rejuvenate wings
Her Sweet friend came with gifts
For He adored her
Sweet Exotic beauty
It was from the Vintage store
But It didnt matter
If It was from a fancy boutique
They were a golden poncho
A Rose raincoat
And A Sunflower umbrella
For he knew how much She loved
The Rain
Her Enchanting Evening beauty
was what made the Rain
Reminiscent of Her
And her Beauty Unique to Him
Her Misty eyes sparkled
Like the prettiest diamonds
Rare with Infinite Serenades
And like A Fine wine rose
She sighed
With her sweet Sunflower laughter
A raincoat a poncho and umbrella
Darling How sweetly thoughtful of you
You know how much I feel
An affinity with the Rain and you
But I dont really need these honey
I Love to feel the Tender sweet kisses
Of the Rain
Midnight or Evening
For The Rains kisses
are reminiscent of you
When I'm away
Or we're oceans apart
The Mist in her diamond eyes
Were much as His own
As he Sighed
You can keep the raincoat
poncho and umbrella
While she was Sweetly singing
and Tenderly humming
Her Love duets with the Rain
To Soothe the pain
With her Champagne
Her Sweet friend gave her a splendid
Exquisite bouquet
As She wistfully gazed
at her Veranda garden
Resplendent with the prettiest roses
Sparkling with the Rain and Stars
It was the Sweetest bouquet
Of flowers She was ever given
Her Rose candle sighs
were sweetly and deeply smitten
The Rain kissed sweetly
The Honey cascades
of her waterfall hair
Their misty rose gaze
Kissed even sweeter
With the Midnight Caress
of their Souls
Tenderly ablaze
The Heavenly Moon
And Stars In Sweet
Diamond repose
Their Love was There
And WithIn
With the Rose Serenades of Rain
Reynaldo Casison
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- Published: April 30th, 2025 21:30
- Category: Love
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Comments1
To me this poem represents the free spirit of love and its lack of need for artificial paraphernalia such as money can buy. A lovely write.
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