The gypsy snow clouds are dressing
The Starry night Van gogh midnight sky
As Moonblessed waves cruise
To Sweet Caress of luminous shores
the Sunflowers and roses
Heads and hips
are in the gypsy petalled clouds
While their sighs
Are in the fine wine vineyards
Of our love

And her Exotic beauty is strewn
With the modest honey of the Golden
Rose moon a cool Spring month
before the Summers Sultry June

A Spring firefly and a Summer rose
Is the panarama view of her exquisite beauty modest as any iris lounging
Sweet upon a moonlit Heavenly shore,
An exotic garden of heavenly
and earthy delights
A woman who is naturally
sweet to adore
When so much of the rains
Melodies and sonnets sweet labor
Seems increduously wasted
Her enchanting charms are a keeper
While more or less we are great sleepers
In a procession of sweet sorrows
And sweet bliss

She could be the modest belle of exotic splendor in any Summer
and evening parade
or shimmering ball
A Compassionate sway with a unique
Kind beauty to Love forever a day,
Beyond the rose kiss of a gaze
And the blue that both weeps and soothes
With equal depths and caresses
She can cry
and make ones gregarious love sigh
She can laugh and make candles cry,
All in the same span,
Like nightingale wings
Caresses vineyard breezes,

Shes a pretty pretty kind of wonderful,
Sweet Penelope with Compassionate
Exotic sways,
Within and Without
And
The Moon is all
golden rose splendors
of
Sweet Loving rays
To be with her
sweetly loved and cherished

Reynaldo Casison