Lake bosom, canopy of moon
What lakes are as warm,
As your breasts,
Under canopy of moon
Their exotic and surreal,
Elegance,
Their voluptuous,
Kindness,
Caresses the lakes,
Glistening stars,
To the enrapturing shores,
Of your love and Beauty
They dance,
Through the symphonies,
Of lush rain,
With their gentle bonfires,
Of translucent rhythms
They sigh,
Like sonatas and candles,
