Her Love is like the wind,
You cant always see it,
However you can feel it,

You can see it,
When the curved boughs,
of her Beauty,
Like a Maple tree,
Sweetly sways,
And gently bows,
Within Sunset and Midnight caress,

Her love is like the mango wind,
Your tonic and gin,
The wind that sensuously,
combs her hair,
with the hymns of your love,
That carouses with her cabaret hem,
With the flowers of our dreams,
The wind with our Sun,
and Moonbeam kisses,
The wind that uplifts the seagulls,
and nightingales,
Wings the way she sways,
and lifts her gown,
So that they could carefree,
and exquisitely glide,
The wind with the shimmering Stars,
that reflect our love,
Dressed with the Moonlight,
And Nostalgia of those days,
When you arent afraid of anything,
And,
all is sweet Bliss
Reynaldo Casison