And Love should soothe,
Like the rain,
With its tender and warm,
Symphonies,
Poured across,
The wounded vistas,
and parched gardens,

Your beauty makes one,
Long for the sanctuary,
Of your love,
For exotic, serene vineyards,
With pretty islands,
How is it to dance and sway,
With such curves and mangos,
Caressing you,
To feel the sigh and love,
Of a nightingale,
With wings and a tender soul,
That loves you,

The mango winds,
wait for nothing,
As drifters and gypsies,
Wait and drift,
And lovingly prance,
From wave to sensual wave,

There is still an iris of a woman,
That I will always love,
A bouquet of lovely irises,
Whose loveliness hymns,
To the transcendent,
And ache of longings,
And makes the coves,
With the blush of moon sing,
With the sway,
of their hips and hair,
That changes like svelte,
And voluptuous dresses,

I dont know much,
About ballet,
But when I see your rhythms,
And beauty
Dance, I feel a vineyard swaying,
With lovely stillnesses,

I just let the rhythms be the rhythm,
And your loving rhythms,
Enchant the way it does,
I let the hymn of a sigh,
Guide the rhythm,
Like a lighthouse and crescent,
with its thirst for shore,
The Hymn for your sigh,
And love,
That should soothe like rain,
With its moonlight,
Croissants, and silhouettes,
That love like the mango winds,
Sweetly caress,

Within drowsy and enchanted,
Evenings,
We shall gift the gardens,
With warm tender petals,
And bouquets,
And the soothing rain,
And moonlight,
Of our love, our sighs
Reynaldo Casison