I Shall feel Your Beauty
And Sweet Love Sigh
Within every Rose and Sunflower Gaze
While The Crescent of the Moon
Is Jazz And Low
And with our Honey love aglow
With The Irises that modestly Sway
Side by Side along the Moonlit LakeShore
And
The Heavenly Stars are High above
Like Soothing bonfires
Tenderly ablaze

Reynaldo Casison