The brunnette,
With her exotic eyes,
Has her dresses,
Mascara,
Smoky,
Earthy,
And pastel,

She sways,
And winks,
To her golden haired lover,
And friend,
And sighs,
Our imaginations,
Are where we fly,
Take your wings,
In mine,
Let them mend,
Beyond the bend,

The brunnette,
And golden haired lady,
Caress,
In their mascara dresses,
Wing in wing,
The nightingales,
Sing,
Deep and sweet,
With their love
Reynaldo Casison