Her beauty,
Seemed so warm, cool, and kind,
I'd love to have been there,
At her worst,
As well,
As at her most beautiful,
At her most beautiful,
And at her most beautiful,
With or without,
Her shimmering dress,
She'd sing jazzy tunes,
Through the blues,
And poetry and music,
Of her ethereal,
Down to earth being
Reynaldo Casison