A lilly dresses her hair,
Where a garden of roses,
used to sigh there,
A guitar,
Like a lover,
She caresses like a wand,

Her hair,
Golden,
And,
Long with beauty,

An iris glows,
like a crescent,
Upon her hips,
Where the moonlights,
Lips,
Caress,
Dance,
And
Kiss,

Her dove,
A dove that has flown,
And glown,
Many a vibrant place,
My dove,
A dove that has flown,
And glown,
With her,
Without having to fly,
Anywhere,
Like the lilly,
That dresses her hair,
Doves,
That sweetly caress,
Within the melodies sown
Reynaldo Casison