Theres an Enchanted lady,
Whose Beauty gallops,
Sweet with the wind,

She has galloped upon camels,
Her Beauty fine as wine,
And Sultry as a desert,

She has galloped upon Pretty horses,
With her gaze exotic pretty and kind,
And cool as a Midnight sunflower,

She has galloped upon waves,
Her Beauty damp and exquisite,
as Evening waterfalls,
and Moonkissed by the shore,

She is infinitely galloping,
Like a ballerina gypsy,
within these stanzas,
With my love,
Sparkling with the stars up above,

She gallops,
In and out,
Of Shimmering gowns,
Like she does with fiction and reality,

She gallops with Salsa,
Like a passionate best friend,
Compassionate, wild, and calm,
as lake shore irises,

She has galloped,
with bongo and cabaret rhythms,
And she gallops in waltz,
Through dreamy moonlit vineyards,

From camels to horses to waves to stanzas,
Waterfalls, rhythms, gowns,
Salsa, and vineyards,
Her Beauty really knows how to gallop,
The sweet genius of its Exquisiteness,
And just as much as shes adept with gallop,
Her Beauty cruises into candle stillness
Reynaldo Casison