Does she ever get tired,
Of swaying around,
Like a sunflower,
In her sweet dress,
In the winds caress,

Does she ever,
Just want to undress,
Her weariness,
And relax,
With just her, the moon,
And the stars,
And her dress,
Between the palm trees,
Like a hammock,
With the margarita waves,

Her beauty,
Makes the rain weep oceans,
Theres more than seven seas,
The souls rain is like an ocean,
And tender sea,
And its loves, are like its flowers,
That sigh upon the gardens,
And shores,

Does she ever get tired,
Of swaying around,
Does the moon,
Ever get tired,
Of the stars,
Gazing at her dress,
And the flowers sighing
Reynaldo Casison