The lovely ladies,
Are at a cafe,
Reminiscing,
About their first dance,
Together,

The passerbys are dazzled,
By their sparkling,
And exotic down to earth beauty,
And blush like a parade of roses,
On a thanksgiving day,
Its evening though,
And the lovely ladies,
Are in their chic evening dresses,

The golden haired lady,
Between sips of her latte,
Sighs,
When you lovingly placed,
Your hands on my hips,
When we danced together,
On the veranda,
I felt like swooning,
Because you are so lovely,
I felt the intimacy,
And sweetness of your love,
Doves werent only doves,
They were the moons gifts,
To the evening,
So it could feel their wings,
Its love,
In its honey winds,
Your eyes werent only,
Enchanting,
They were lighthouses,
That brought long lost lovers,
To exotic and ethereal shores,
And wept while we danced,
Because I fell in love with you,
Like an iris,
Falls in love,
With the rain,
The sun,
And the moonlight,
Her exotic brunnette,
Lover,
Felt her soul kissed,
And warmly sweetly,
Caressed,
And blushed an exotic sigh,
With her and the cafe moon
Reynaldo Casison