Your beauty I could sing,
Your beauty I could sing,
In countless octaves
And it still would
Perhaps still be insufficient
To enunciate the spectrum
Of its encompassing charm
And enthrall
Abstract and tangible,
In its sensation,
Like standing together
Besides a favorite painting,
Bliss of myriad splendors,
As if you sprouted
from ethereal landscape,
Lavendar and moonlight,
Kissing in your soul
Roaming vivid galleries,
Sculpture strolled within,
The poignant piers of our gaze,
Luminous boardwalks,
Filled with frolicsome feathers
Timid and undaunted,
I reach the wishing well,
Liberated of gravel,
Now I can hear it,
in a distinctive manner,
It's gowned with pillars
Of soothing wavelets,
Reminiscent,
of thy sandy Strands,
Gorgeously dark with light,
Firm delicacy,
Gorgeously dark with light
Beauty of Solemnity,
Perhaps only poets
Can fully appreciate
I pray and wish,
Within the deep of my longing,
For the ability to reach you,
The heart of your love,
And friendship,
Lavendar and moonlight,
Kissing in your soul
O, the rare baskets
of tears and rainbows,
Evocation and illumination,
Stimulating dazzles,
Lavendar and moonlight,
Kissing in your soul
Your Beauty I Can Sing,
Songs of Pleasures and longing
Reynaldo Casison
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