When The Days Are Cold,
And Her Soup And Beauty,
Is Warm,

We're Gonna To Unwind With Our Love
Where Her Beauty
like A Midnight Rose Sways,
And Our Love Makes Things Okay
Where The Salsa Waves,
Kiss Sweetly The Moonlit Shore,
Where The Stars Are Fine Wine,
And Sublime,

The Noonday Sun,
Is Sweet With Our Love,
And Flowers,
She Sighs Like A Sultry Dove
And To Soothe Is Exotic Fun,
While The Midnights Are Young
Reynaldo Casison