Every day so lovely, shining,
up and down, the Sultan’s daughter
walked at evening by the water,
where the white fountain splashes.
Every day the young slave stood
by the water, in the evening,
where the white fountain splashes,
each day growing pale and paler.
......
I am yours as the summer air at evening is
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms,
As the snowcap gleams with light
Lent it by the brimming moon.
Without you I'd be an unleafed tree
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.
Your love is the weather of my being.
......
Ms. Dorothy parker,
Your verse still seems lovely,
silly, and strange to me,
That wit and tenderness,
waltzed a sweet duet,
You could even make the dust laugh,
So dont you fret, So dont you fret,
I would have loved to have met you,
and Your sweet friend, Marilyn,
......
A pretty ballerina sits upon a blue couch,
Her gaze deep in some reverie,
Her tutu around her hips,
Is like a dance of diamond petals,
In still repose,
Then there is Delilah,
In some blue reverie,
With her zebra pants,
She sits in her vibrant orange blouse,
......
The sweet and glowing moon,
That kisses your brow,
Will always shine,
Like the moonlight,
You've sashayed upon the shore,
It always dances to your core,
The chill and starry nights,
That the winds have made champagne,
has poured fountains of rain,
......
Why cant we lounge,
Like under a majestic magnolia tree,
Somewhere in France,
Or some exotic shore,
Where romance still sways to dance,
Like a Cabaret summer,
And kindness sweetly bows,
and blooms carefree,
Like a sunflower gaze to Midnight moon,
One can always dream,
......
They say that if you can,
Make a lovely lady laugh,
Between a tear and a sigh,
You can make her do,
just about anything,
And even salsa dance,
And sweetly sing,
Like fine wine and gin,
with exotic romance and hymn,
Ah, ya love her flamenco fishnets,
......
I am a painter, a maestro of colors,
With every canvas, I dress a model,
And when you lounge,
In the mirror of my gaze,
My love is ablaze,
with you in an exquisite daze,
Your love pours into mine,
In still repose, your beauty is dancing,
Like a cabaret,
I can paint a thousand flowers,
......
There shall glow sweet flowers,
and the honey of love,
And shimmering waves,
Dancing like doves,
Nightingales within the fountains,
Hymning like evening chimes,
With the kiss of the sublime,
Through the night,
And mango trees enchanted,
......
Upon the golden moonlit veranda,
The harmonica melody,
glows like moonlight,
It sways around,
Like a gypsy, in the chill still night,
She felt the music jazz into flowers,
Within the lull of the notes,
Her cares drifted like rain,
With our love in the iris garden
......