The lovely ladies,
The golden haired,
And exotic brunnette one,
Enjoyed their intimate,
Cafe evening,
And are back at their loft,
Candles everywhere,
And irises,
Poem books and vintage jazz,
Albums,
strewn on their love sofa,
They lounge on its leather,
Plush cushion,
Their love sofa,
is a rose lavendar,
And goes well with their art deco,
Chandelier, on their ceiling,
That accompanies,
their loving hours,
The exotic brunnette,
Dresses,
Her lovers golden hair,
With a lilly,
A nice lilly of the valley,
Her birth month flower,
And sighs,
This lilly will not only accentuate,
Your natural beauty,
I fell in love with,
It will kiss you,
with the devotion,
Of my love, our love,
The lilly I have lovingly styled,
Into your hair,
Is sad and joyous,
Sublime,
For it has left its garden,
Of loving irises and sunflowers,
And has found the sanctuary,
Of my love for you,
In the wild, lovely, and serene,
Gazebo garden,
Of your hair,

Her golden hair lover,
Is beside herself,
With her lovers garden,
Lily in her hair,
And glides the gratitude,
Of her lips,
upon her exotic,
brunnette lover,
Dressed in her cozy red dress,
As she puts on some jazz albums,
To accompany their loving hours,
Their chandelier,
Dressed with their dresses,
And their passion aglow,
With the evenings crescents
Reynaldo Casison