The lovely ladies,
Are sitting,
on a lake bench,

The adept kiss of the lake,
Wind,
Flowing,
In their golden,
And brunnette hair,

The golden hair sweetie,
Has her brow,
Upon the brunnettes,
Eloquent shoulder,
As the exotic brunnette,
Reads to her poetry,
By the lake,
With the mallards,
And geese,

The golden hair lady,
Sighs her sweet sigh,
No one has really read,
To me,
This is surreal and sweet,
I love it and you,
As she kisses,
Her eloquent shoulder,

The brunette,
Combs the dove,
Of her golden hair,
And hums sweetly to her,

Our love is no different,
Than the midnight stars,
And the irises,
in the garden,
Yet it is foreverly unique,
It is ours,

The golden hair lady,
And exotic brunnette,
Blush with tender sighs,
And say I love you
Reynaldo Casison