She is much more than mere goddess
She is rain to the flowers
She is its sweet melodies
That still care to caress and dance
She is the word romance
Sighed with a thousand and one
Waves roses and candles

She is a fine wine women
Whose love bows and blushes
And glows
WithIn You
Sweet moon
withIn luminous skies

Your love feels hers
Whenever the gold
Of the rose moon sighs

Reynaldo Casison