Romance, in the dark:
Liberty and it's words
World's away, sour was its marvel...
Has the opus of starkness, been heard?

World?
Save a flower, another power
Get it, on the chaste ... early?
Letting misery have its word, is still a lover...

Rage...
Has the cause of law, by the toe...
Lots of luck, to a music to face...
Sit with my sweet, sweat is the only woe...

Rancour, is a secret advantage
For a salt, illustrious
We take to times, for a legend:
In the past, today's pain is ours to discuss

Sly homage
Of cares wish, to a meager fare
Found in reason's call, to a bodings wage
Realize me, with a meandering voice, that has a new care:

The promise of a carried lip
With time to see, the climate we stir
Rages own, a harrowing trip
To us finally, from the other side of love's world...?

I miss the orange dawn roses that bloom
and carry the scent of your sweet perfume
like a child that sends his love with a smile
I’m beguiled when I recall their wild pile

ochre arrays spray about Corner’s Bay
but just in headplay as they’ve died away
because you took all the beauties that bloom
but left the gloom I see bringing my doom

yet, I have a wish when I reminisce
for the bliss we shared that I can’t dismiss
my smile never wider than in the hours
we spent with the red roses and flowers

the silk petals soft to touch as your skin
and thy sweet kiss akin the finest gin

Like sweet warm roses
With their exquisite poses
You sway with candles
of golden solitudes

You that sweetly caresses everybody
Like moonlight and rain
Even the clouds are a luminous blur
WithIn the golden rose fur
Of midnight moons
You may be miles away
Yet our love is intimate
And sweet as our own
tears laughter and sighs
And is to be cherished
WithIn
Like Moon WithIn Evening skies
And I love the exotic romance
Of your beauty
The heavenly way
It sways

Spring is a cool cabaret
Of salsa evening fireflies
That with shimmers
Of nostalgia and present crescents
waltz with wistful illuminations

The rose golden vineyards sway
For their loves diamond stillness
Moonlight and the honey breeze
Entwine the voluptuous vines
like kindred lovers
And
With everything else
We let it all go
For our love to caress
with the simply sublime

Reynaldo Casison

Oh I have the beautiful roses,
The roses of my love.
Yes the same love which I crave for the most.
It's in the darkest shade of red.

My heart, it bled so much for that love.
The thorns, they pierced my soul.
I ruined myself in every possible way,
Just to attain that love.

But, I wonder, was I really able to feel love?
I always yearned for those roses of affection;
They were as red as my love.
But, is the red on them, love or is it blood?
I guess it was always the blood, not the love.

Cause every time I saw them they reminded me of the wounds and scars of mine,
Yes the scars that came from the same love I craved for.
And those wounds bled so much that they turned the love of mine red.

All the waves and roses
Are moonlit
So why not our love

Reynaldo Casison

Shes a honey tease
Blowing kisses
With the the sunflowers
And roses
In the maple breeze

Reynaldo Casison

The woman blooming roses
Swayed my way
With Loves rose blush

Reynaldo Casison

Awake from dreams,
the roses bloom
blush and make love
like salsa waves
upon moonlit shores

Reynaldo Casison

Cool gaze
With Sultry stardust
and shimmers
Blushes its irises and roses
You must not only sweetly love me
You shall deeply adore me
Through the midnights
To the sunflowers
Of the morning light

Reynaldo Casison

She tousles the bouquets
Of her hair
For our love
To bloom like roses
irises and sunflowers
With sweet moonlight
everywhere

To be sweetly loved
is to be deeply cherished
and
adored

Reynaldo Casison