She sashays like a Salsa rose,
Through every storm and fire,
Her loves the waves have caressed,
The Rain has soaked her,
The Moon has robed,
And undressed her,
And she stays warm and cool,
Her exquisite looks arent everything,
Her Beautys compassion,
Embraces and kisses everything,
And shes still dancing,
With a gaze of a ballerina dancer,
And Shes still hymning,
With the honey of Rain,
And Shes still being,
