With her exotic eyes,
She gazed at the sunflowers,
In her garden,
the way she gazed at Summer moons,
They kissed her,
The way she always wanted to be loved,
deeply, tenderly, and sweetly,
So sweetly, deeply, and tenderly,
That the tender sadness within her,
bloomed into compassionate joys,
As she gazed sweetly at her sunflowers,
The clouds drifted, moonlight,
and the stars within the skies,
Of her tender soul,
sparkled with its champagne,
Poured within her,
Their love,
With sunflower kisses
Reynaldo Casison