Ah,
when I gave her a hymn of my Soul,
Midnight was naked with stars,
I met a muse, one of many,
A while ago,
like it was yesterday evening,
Within some musical avenue,
Her hair was fair,
and a kind gregarious hue,
Beyond any blue,
She could sing,
and play a sweet melody,
Like honey,
Cool and warm as she can be,
Still mesmerized by her sweet Beauty,
She was short,
yet like a palm tree,
kinda tall
Reynaldo Casison