If your dress,
was not the diamond kissed,
Garment of the starry ocean,
And your body,
Voluptuous,
As a vineyard,

If your sweetness,
Was not exotic as a mango,
The crescents caress,
Across the evening vineyards,
We would still love,
The tender vines of your Beauty,

Darling lady,
When we gaze,
at your loveliness,
Like the Moon gazes,
At the earth,
The shore, the waves,
The sway of the palm trees,

Even the nostalgia is alive,
When all feels still,
And your luminous beauty,
Its poignant tenderness,
And bliss, still sings,
With the honey,
of waves
Reynaldo Casison