two lovely ladies,
In a gallery,
Gazing at an impressionistic,
Painting,
Like they gaze,
At one another,
In love,

The vibrant flowers,
In a vase,
Like her willow arm,
Around her honey waist,

Their hair, like the paintings sky,
In the space between,
Its like they can feel,
The flowers sigh,

The lovely brunnette,
Says to the golden hair lady,
I just want to keep my soul,
Happy and yours,
As much as possible,
As they gaze from painting,
To their own lovely brows,
The golden hair lady,
Sighs a sweet tender one,
This world is sad,
Lets keep ourselves warm,
Through the evenings,
The lovely brunette,
Sighs her vineyard way,
And lets the painting,
And her kiss comfort her
Reynaldo Casison