The starry seashell,
Upon,
The warm sand,
And moonlit shore,
Modest as a rose,
As your love grows,

Moonlight,
Upon,
Its waves caressed,
Curvatures,
Like,
Your own honey curvatures,
Sweetly Glows,
Within,
the warm crescent gown,
Of your seashore dress,

The seashell,
Upon the shore,
basks,
With the starry night,
Like a lady,
Warm,
and,
worn of dancing,
Relaxes,
Upon a comfy hammock,
Modest,
As an iris and a sigh,
As her love grows,
With,
the evenings garden,
Vineyard,
Of mango wine,
And starry waves
Reynaldo Casison