The moon is caressing,
The svelte and voluptuous curves,
Of their body,
With sweet crescents of love,

Their hands swept across their hips,
Firm and tender,
As lillies, basking upon lakes,

Swaying their sadness away,
In the season of golden leaves,
Like mango wine,
their love flowing fine,
Within the dress of moon,

The lovely ladies,
they who sway upon their veranda,
Where their love glowingly dances,
Like diamonds,
within the stars and waves,

Their silhouettes of dream,
and moonlight,
Hymn with their romance,
Exquisite,
as the irises and sunflowers,
Within their veranda garden,

Between their gazes, and the moon,
Their love goes waltzing,
An ethereal love,
With the wings of a nightingale,
Shimmers of shore waves,

Within evenings caress,
They waltz the way sunflowers sway,
And the way the waves glow,
With moonlit diamonds,

As their love goes waltzing,
all the night stars kiss,
Warm and sweetly,
Within their souls,
With a most sublime exquisiteness,

Their hems gently sway,
Their gazes kiss,
Their love sighs,
And with the moon,
blushes,
into a forever iris
Reynaldo Casison