The lovely ladies,
Are at a laidback cafe,
Enjoying croissants,

Drifters, gypsies, and passerbys,
Are chilling in the evening,
With them,

One drifter is lovely and misty eyed,
By an exquisite fountain,

Some passerbys are laughing,
And dancing beside a jukebox,

And some nightingale gypsies,
Are sighing within the mango trees,

The exotic brunnette enchantingly hums,
Why is it easier to cry sometimes,
Than it is to laugh,

Her golden haired lover,
Having enjoyed a sweet croissant,
Sweetly sighs,
And sometimes sighs are so rare,
Its lovely to have some balance,
And kisses her exotic brunnette lover,
With her tender sweet gaze
Reynaldo Casison