Within the evening,
early as Spring rain,
When the Salsa rose swayed to bow,
For Midnight moon,
My love was dreaming,
As her Beautys sweet rhythms bloomed,
Her fountain was kissed,
with vineyard stars,
and her hair with honey,

Every now and then, a bliss of hymn,
Poured like fine wine,
into her sweet, pretty eyes,
And she lounged like a cabaret dancer,
Within our dream,
And I felt she is one of the darling ones,
With her elegant and casual exquisiteness,
Warm as Sun, sweet with Moon,
Tender as waves,
In the mango wind,

That exotic exquisiteness,
Made her Beauty beam,
More than dream,
And my Soul ache for her Love to soothe,

And I felt it is so sublime,
That her Beauty is mine,
To always love, admire, and hymn,
And that the exotic exquisiteness,
Had honeyed within the coves,
Of,
our own love
Reynaldo Casison