Upon their golden moonlit veranda,
With their candles, fine wine,
and the ethereal moonglow,
The lovely ladies,
Are reminiscing,
about how they first met,
In a dressing room,
one luminously sweet spring,

The golden haired lady, with misty eyes,
sweet as cherry blossoms,
Gazes lovingly,
to her exotic brunnette lover,
And sighs,
When our gazes first met,
And you were putting on your lipstick,
Like a garden across your lips,
I felt like a cherry blossom tree,
With my love blossoming for us,
When your gaze kissed mine,
I hoped sweetly in my soul,
That you were a lovely dancer,
For a lovely dancer is one of the finest,
And loveliest flower,
a lovely lady can be,
In any garden,
And when you sighed,
that you were a dancer,
My love just started dancing,
Tenderly all within my soul,

The exotic brunnette,
With the love in her enchanted soul,
Sweetly and deeply moved,
Hums,
And here we are sweetie,
Upon our veranda with our love,
And the golden luminous moon,
Glowing so tenderly,
When your sweet and tender gaze,
Met mine,
I kinda felt like a cherry blossom tree,
As well,
Like I was dancing a ballet,
to your tender gaze and love,
It was your kindness,
and sweet tenderness,
That I felt like a sweet rain,
Kissing ever blossoms of love,
Within my soul for us,
And sweetly kisses,
her golden haired friend and lover,
Upon her brow,
as they hold one anothers hand,
With their loving robes loosened,
Their sweet tender souls,
and ethereal love,
Caressed by the golden moonglow
Reynaldo Casison