The enchanted lady,
Is of Rain and honey,
Waves serenading the shore,

She is kissed with vineyard honey,
She is kissed of generous roses,
And she caresses our rhythms,
With her robe of love,

With her all the flowers sway and bow,

She dances out of fiction and reality,
Like she waltzes out of her dresses,
And gowns,

With her all the flowers sway and bow,

A golden gypsy sashayed by,
Like a Salsa rose,
Blowing kisses in the wind,
For my love and hymns,
And a sweet melody,
Waltzed to the bouquet,
of her bosom,
While lighthouse candles lit up the Moon,

With her all the flowers sway and bow,

And with her, Within golden solitudes,
Within her hips, within her pretty Soul,
Waltz my crescent kisses,
Our exquisite ones and our sultry ones,
Our voluptuous ones and svelte ones,
Our tender ones and lovely ones,
Caressed of all the diamond stars,
And all of silences gold,
Where her Beauty makes love,
With sweet compassions,
And jazz,
Caressed of all the lake irises,
Caressed of all the fields sunflowers,
Caressed of all the honey of the maples,
And fine wine of the vineyards,
Caressed for our love,
Caressed for our dreams,
Caressed for our souls infinite love
Reynaldo Casison