Her Beauty is a bouquet of exotic roses,
She loves to adorn her veranda garden,
With irises and sunflowers,
To accentuate their charm,
She sashays,
with a compassionate grace,
In and out of her gowns,
Like french fries at evening,
Her Beauty is a bouquet of exotic roses,
moonbeams of sweetness,
Dances through her vineyard curves,
Like bongos and croissants at brunch,
Her Beauty is a bouquet of exotic roses,
Pretty romance, mango melodies,
and jazz,
Love her like mandolin midnights
Reynaldo Casison