Sometimes her beauty,
Is so abstract,
Intangible,
Like a coin,
One tossed into a fountain,
With only the hymn,
Of its wish, to be kissed,
By her beauty,
Im not sure if I love her,
As much as yesterday,
Maybe more so,
Maybe less,
Besides she has enough to kiss,
Perhaps a part of my soul,
Will always feel,
A sweetness,
And tender affinity,
for her Beauty,
Though, I'm not sure,
I dont want to long as much anymore,
Sometimes her beauty,
Is so abstract, and surreal
Reynaldo Casison