Youre my honey,
Youre my ethereal garden,
Youre my honey,
Youre a fine work of art,
Within our own museum,
Youre a fine glow of moon,
Within my soul,

Youre a symphony of waves,
Upon an exotic mediteranean shore,
Youre a Neruda sonnet,
Youre sweet in your cherry beret,
and bonnet,
Youre like a mermaid,
Youve got otherworldy,
and sensuous style,

Youre an iris Ive always longed for,
A love thats forevermore,
Youre the wings that glide,
By the sweet waxen shore,
You are loveliness galore,
Youre the rainforests,
of sweet enchanted rain,

Youre my honey,
Youre an exotic delight,
Youre violins, bongos, and tambourines,
You are lovely vibrancies,
A dream that painted itself,
Like van goghs starry night,
Youre Matisse,
Youre an impressionist maestro,
Even when you salsa and disco,

Youre smoky eyed mascara,
Ponchos in the rain,
A vineyard melody,
The kiss of your gaze,
So fine,
So sublime, it hymns,

Youre my honey,
Youre a sway and slow dance,
Upon the veranda,
Youre croissants and mangos,
At a cafe brunch,
Youre candles at midnight,
Youre unique moonlight,

Youre its sweet romance,
Its shimmers of waves,
Youre a goddess,
thats down to earth,
So enchanted, luminous, and sublime,
Youre my honey,
the love that with my soul rhymes,

Youre the waterfalls,
At evenings splendor,
And the exquisite mists,
of fountains,
Youre the moonlights robes,
A lovely sashay down the shore,
A sweet and tender caress,
Youre a crescent dream,
Youre an ethereal flower,
Youre my honey
Reynaldo Casison