When she is old, she shall be fine wine,
Of Loves exotic and groovy vineyards,
Her Beauty,
shall be like the enchanted Rain,
That soothes and nourishes,
The weary and pretty souls and gardens,

She shall be young as the Evening,
With its roses and stars,
The wind shall comb her hair,
Like a violin with my love,
And her cool and warm hips,
Shall sway and lounge,
Sweetly in Midnight candleglow,
Her love like honey waterfalls,
Shall flow,

And she will loosen her robe,
With all her cares,
And the Moon with our love,
Shall be there,
She'll feel the waves shimmering,
With sighs, by the shore,
And her Beauty hymn exquisite melodies,

And we'll remember the sway of joys,
And unwind, and caress with jazz,
Ah, and her Beauty shall glisten sublime,
With its golden sass
Reynaldo Casison