Meditereanean splendor Poem by Reynaldo Casison

She was like those flamenco dancers in the plazas,
The passion, sadness, and joys,
Her beauty caressed,
Like sunflowers embrace Spring moons,

A mediteranean splendor,
In June and November,
A unique beauty to remember,
She felt things, acutely,
Deeply, and sweetly,
Her compassion,
And loveliness,
Innate as the rhythms,
Of those flamenco dancers,
In the plazas,

Like the way,
Love longs to rhyme,
with something Beautiful,
And rare,
And wear dresses,
like,
Sweet accents
Reynaldo Casison