At her most lovely,
She's upon the veranda,
Sipping wine
At her most lovely,
She's giving hugs,
At her most lovely,
At her most lovely,
At her most lovely,
She's giving hugs,
She's giving hugs with her light
She's giving hugs with her kisses
At her most lovely,
She found a way to be,
To be one with the stars
As strange as they can be
At her most lovely,
She Embraces herself,
Upon the veranda,
Sipping wine,
Drinking the stars in her irises
Reynaldo Casison
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