The lovely ladies,
Are gazing sweetly at the stars,
Upon their Vista loft veranda,

They are in their svelte cream robes,
And look just as lovely,
without their makeup on,
With candles illuminating their silohuettes,
their sunflower and iris garden,
glows tenderly,
bathing in the moonlight and their love,

The exotic brunnette enchantingly hums,
Whenever I gaze at the stars,
And think of you,
I think of the word Sublime,
For your Beauty is ethereal and sublime,
majestic as lavendar skies,
and candlelit moons,
and my soul caresses your Beauty,
with a deep reverence and love,

The golden haired ladys sweet soul,
Feels deeply touched and moved,
by her friend and lovers tenderness,
And tenderly sighs,
When I gaze at the stars,
usually with you beside me,
and think of you,
I think of the word Enchanting,
For your Beauty is sweetly enchanting,
It charms and delights the depths,
of my soul,
And its love for you,
your Beauty is charming,
And magical as the shimmers of waves,
And sweet sparkle,
of the stars we gaze upon,

The exotic brunnette with her love sweetly,
and enchantingly sparkling,
caresses her golden haired friend,
and lover,
and kisses her enchantingly,
upon her tender and sublime brow
Reynaldo Casison