Within my painterly gaze,
You are like sonata moonlit waterfalls,
Your curves and their honey,
Are the way I adore them,
You are sublime, exquisitely sublime,
Exotic woman with salsa ballerina hips,
And with your Beauty,
The hymns of our infinite love,
Gregarious as lake irises,
Dances in a sensuous stillness,
Your hands are like dove wings,
That warmly and serenely,
Kisses your sweet navel,
Where vineyard roses have dreamed
