Your Beauty is from somewhere else,
In whatever dress or robe,
What some say otherworldly,

If I have yet to meet you,
On this earth, I long to meet you,
Somewhere else, in heaven,
Where the iris, sunflower, and rose,
Of your Beautys exquisite garden,
first bloomed,
And we can love one another forever,

If we have to come back to earth,
We'll be as mallards cool as their lakes,
And the irises by its starry waters,
Swaying lovingly side by side,
Caressed by the breeze of our sweet love,
We'll be like romantic palm trees,
And honey maples by the shore,
With the shimmering sighs,
Of soothing waves,
We'll be nightingales with jazz,
In the vineyards,
Where your somewhere else Beauty,
Is sultry, ethereal, compassionate, nourishing,
and,
tender as the Enchanted rain and Moon
Reynaldo Casison