The honey is sweeter,
When one is sad,
The nights songs
With its pretty stars
can just about
Make one glad
Her heavenly silhouette becomes roses
With all her exotic poses

Every candles sighs
has your beautys kisses
Deeper within the vineyards
Of sweet blisses
Her silhouette becomes roses
With all her love
Like the moon
Luminous in sweet repose

When we feel the rain
Like champagne
We dream of our loves flowers
Caressing
Through the blue and golden hours
And her midnights silhouette
Becomes roses
For
Sunflowers mornings

Reynaldo Casison