Its the lovely lady, more than the gown,
When the Sun goes down,
And the Moon glows Bright,
That you love,
To sway through the Starry nights,

Though she glistens sweet,
In any svelte or voluptuous dress,
Its the ethereal candle glow,
Of her Beauty and loves caress,
That you love more,
than the sparkle of diamonds,
With its gentle and deep,
Kiss of waves,
And fine wine stars,

Its the lovely lady, more than the dress,
Or evening gown,
Her loves enchanted and exotic gold,
Your moonlit gaze and hymns,
her tenderness, love,
And crescent hips to hold,

Her hair and sweet soul,
Still flows exquisitely,
Within or without her gown,
Its the lovely lady, that dresses,
The moon and hymns,

A kind bonfire of tender desire,
With her Beauty swaying all around,
Vineyards, exotic shores,
Stillness of candles
Reynaldo Casison