Woman in tweed

Woman in tweed,

She's an exotic seed,

of gardenesque,

Loveliness,

Your love for the cinematic skies,

Shines sweetly,

In your dreamy eyes,

Sweet woman,

In tweed,

She laughs and cries,

Simultaneously,

With the tenderness of lakes rare,

And doves sigh,

With the Moonlights love and care,

Woman in tweed,

The enchantment of beauty salons,

Where roses become irises,

Sings lovely in her mascara,

Woman in honey and tweed,

She's  a festival and unique garden,

of  exotic delights,

All of her pretty horses,

And flowers,

Dance and gallop,

In the mandolin winds

Reynaldo Casison